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I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and she says, "Hi"
My woman
And I stumble across to the breakfast table
While the kids are off to school, goodbye
Then she reaches out and takes my hand
Asks me, "How ya feelin', baby? How you feelin'?"
Then I look across at her smilin' face
Then it warms my heart and feel my morning sun
And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, there's no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the wintertime
And when I'ma feeling sad and low
She reaches out to take my hand and it eases my mind
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
(It don't rain in Indianapolis)
(It don't rain in Indianapolis)
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Indianapolis in the wintertime
(It don't snow in Indianapolis) no, no
(It don't snow in Indianapolis)
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
(It don't rain in Indianapolis)
(It don't rain in Indianapolis)
God didn't make little green apples

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