I wish I was an appleA-hangin on the treeAn' every time that Cindy passedShe'd take a bite o' me
I wish I had a needleAs fine as I could sewI'd sew that gal to my coat tailsAnd down the road we'd go
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
The first time I saw CindyShe was standing in the door.Her shoes and stockings in her hands,Her feet all o'er the floor.
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
She took me to the parlorShe cooled me with her fanShe swore I was the prettiest thingIn the shape of mortal man
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
She told me that she loved meShe called me SugarplumShe throwed her arms around meI thought my time had come
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
Now, Cindy got religion,She swung around and roundShe got so full of gloryShe knocked the preacher down
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
She loved me on the mountainsideShe loved me on the hillAnd every time she said "I won't"Her echo said "I will!"
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
You ought to see my CindyShe lives away down southShe's so sweet the honeybeesSwarm around her mouth.
My Cindy in the springtime,My Cindy in the fall,If I can't have my Cindy,I'll have no girl at all!
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
Get along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyGet along home, little CindyI'll marry you some time.
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