Little Green Apples (feat. Kelly Clarkson)

Well, I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes And she says hi, and I hurry to the breakfast table While the kids are going off to school, goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand And squeezes it and says, "How you feelin', hon?" And I look across at smiling lips that warms my heart And see my morning sun And if that's not lovin' me, then all I've got to say God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss Or Disneyland and Mother Goose, no nursery rhymes God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self is feeling low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call him up, knowing he's busy And ask if he can get away, meet me and maybe grab a bite to eat And he drops what he's doing and hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late But he sits waiting patiently and smiles when he first sees me 'Cause he's made that way And if that's not lovin' me, then all I've got to say God didn't make the little green apples And it don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes There's no such thing as make believe Puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no BB guns God didn't make the little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self is feeling low I think about your face aglow and ease my mind