It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And I stumble to the breakfast table
And I'm always late but she sits waitin' patiently
Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns
Disneyland or Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say
She reaches out and takes my hand
God didn't make a little green apples
God didn't make a little green apples
No such thing as Doctor Seuss
When myself is feelin' low
And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
And squeezes it and says, "How you feeling hon?"
When myself is feelin' low
That warm my heart and see my morning sun
It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Think about her face aglow and ease my mind
And I look across at smiling lips
Then she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me
There's no such think as make believe
God didn't make a little green apples
While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye
God didn't make a little green apples
And ask if she could get away and meet me and grab a bite to eat
And smiles when she first sees me 'cause she's made that way
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say
