Little Green Apples - Dean Martin (迪安·马丁)

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

She reaches out and takes my hand

And squeezes it and says "How you feeling hon "

And I look across at smiling lips

That warm 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 a little green apples

It don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

No such thing as Doctor Seuss

Disneyland or Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

God didn't make a little green apples

And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

When myself is feelin' low

Think about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy

And ask if she could get away

And meet me and grab a bite to eat

Then she drops what she's doin'

And hurries down to meet me

And I'm always late but she sits waitin' patiently

And smiles when she first 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 a little green apples

It don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes

There's no such think as make believe

Puppy dogs and autumn leaves and BB guns

God didn't make a little green apples

And it ain't gonna rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

When myself is feelin' low

I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

To ease my mind to ease my mind