Little Green Apples
Vicki Lawrence Lyrics


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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 'n' takes my hand
And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
And I look across at smilin' lips
That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun

And if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or 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 my self is feelin' low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doin' and she 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 ain't lovin' me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And there's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns





God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis

Overall Meaning

in the summertime. The lyrics to Vicki Lawrence's song Little Green Apples depict a devoted wife who is deeply in love with her husband. Although the daily routine is busy with sending the kids to school and preparing breakfast, her warmth and affection make the mornings pleasant for him. The singer is grateful for her support and love, and whenever he is feeling low, he pictures her face aglow and feels better. She is always there to help and support him in any way possible.


The chorus of the song talks about unconditional love, and the belief that if this is not what it is, then nothing in the world is absolute. The statement that "God didn't make little green apples" implies that if the love they share is not true, then there is no such thing in the world as ordinary, yet meaningful things such as apples, rain or even nursery rhymes. The song is an emotional expression of the songwriters' relationship with his wife and how her support and love have made his life complete.


Line by Line Meaning

And I wake up in the mornin'
I start my day when I open my eyes in the morning.


With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"
When I wake up, my hair is in my face, and she greets me.


And I stumble to the breakfast table
I go unsteadily to the table to eat breakfast.


While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye
The children are leaving for school as I sit down to eat.


And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand
She holds and comforts me by touching my hand.


And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?"
She reassures me by squeezing my hand and asking how I'm feeling.


And I look across at smilin' lips
I see her happy face smiling at me.


That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun
Her smile makes me feel happy and content as if the sun has risen in my life.


And if that's not lovin' me
If that doesn't represent love,


Then all I've got to say
then I don't know what else to say.


God didn't make little green apples
What we have is unique and special, rare like little green apples.


And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Just like it rarely rains in Indianapolis in the summer, the love we have is constant and stable.


And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Our love is not fictional like Doctor Seuss or make-believe like nursery rhymes.


Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
It is not a fantasy like Disneyland, nor a made-up storyline like Mother Goose.


And when my self is feelin' low
When I'm feeling down,


I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
I remember her smiling face, and it comforts me.


Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
On occasion, I call her even though I know she's busy.


And ask her if she could get away and meet me
I request that she take a break and spend time with me.


And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
Perhaps we could have lunch together.


And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me
Even though she's busy, she's willing to stop what she's doing and come meet me.


And I'm always late
I'm always tardy.


But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
Despite my lateness, she waits for me and greets me with a smile.


'cause she's made that way
It's because of who she is.


And if that ain't lovin' me
If that isn't love,


Then all I've got to say
then I don't know what else to say.


God didn't make little green apples
Our love is unique and cherished; it's not something that can be compared to anything else.


And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
Just as it rarely snows in Minneapolis as per the season, the love we have is unwavering and steadfast.


And there's no such thing as make-believe
Our love is very real, and it is not fabricated or imagined.


Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns
It's not like childhood whimsies of playing with puppies, leaves, and BB guns.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BOBBY RUSSELL

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