More Info And I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon
Then I look across at smilin' lips that warm my heart and then I see my morning sun
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say
Is God didn't make little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess Disneyland and Mother Goose 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 aglow and ease my mind
Here's my son and his wife's pub in the heart of the Yorkshire Dales
Guinea Pig alert !
