Текст песни Little Green Apples - Frank Sinatra

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, says, "How you feelin′ hon?"
And I look across at smiling lips
That warm my heart and see the morning sun
And if that's not lovin' me, then all I′ve got to say
God didn′t make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
There′s no such thing as Dr. Zeuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn't make those little green apples
And it don′t rain in Indianapolis in the summer time
And when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
And ask if she can get away and meet me
And grab a bite to eat
She drops what she′s doin', hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits, waiting patiently and smiles when she sees me
′Cause she′s made that way
And if that's not lovin′ me, then all I've got to say
God didn′t make little green apples
It don't snow in Indianapolis when the winter comes
There′s no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns
God didn't make little green apples in the summer time
There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
God didn′t make little green apples
It don′t snow in Indianapolis in the winter time
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and B.B. guns