Introdução: And I wake up in the morning With my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are going off to school goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand Squeezes it and says how you feelin’ hon And I look across at smiling lips That warm my heart and see my morning sun And if that’s not loving 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 And there’s no such thing as Doctor Suess Or Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme God didn’t make little green apples And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when myself is feeling low I think about her face and go and ease my mind Key change to Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she’s busy And ask if she could get away and meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat And she drops what she’s doing and she hurries down to meet me and I’m always late But she sits waiting patiently And smiles when she first sees me cause she’s made that way And if that ain’t loving me then all I’ve got to say Key change to God didn’t make little green apples And it don’t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes And there’s no such think as make-believe Puppy dogs or autumn leaves and BB guns God didn’t make little green apples And it don’t snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes And there’s no such think as make-believe Puppy dogs or autumn leaves and BB guns