| And I wake up in the morning, with my hair down in my eyes
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| And she says hi, and I stumble to the breakfast table
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| While the kids are going off to school goodbye
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| And she reaches out and takes my hand
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| Squeezes it, says, how you feelin' hon?
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| And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun
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| And if that’s not lovin' me, then all I’ve got to say
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| God didn’t make little green apples
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| And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
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| There’s no such thing as Dr. Zeuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose no nurs’ry
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| rhyme
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| God didn’t make little green apples
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| And it don’t rain in Indianapolis when the winter comes
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| There’s no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and B.B.
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| guns
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| Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she’s busy
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| And ask if she could get away and meet me, and grab a bite to eat
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| And she drops what she’s doin' and hurries down to meet me, and I’m always late
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| But she sits, waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me
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| Cause she’s made that way and if that’s not lovin' me
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| Then all I’ve got to say.(chorus) |