Monday, September 27, 2010

Cindy


I wish I was an apple
A-hangin on the tree
An' every time that Cindy passed
She'd take a bite o' me

I wish I had a needle
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew that gal to my coat tails
And down the road we'd go

Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

The first time I saw Cindy
She was standing in the door.
Her shoes and stockings in her hands,
Her feet all o'er the floor.

Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

She took me to the parlor
She cooled me with her fan
She swore I was the prettiest thing
In the shape of mortal man

Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

She told me that she loved me
She called me Sugarplum
She throwed her arms around me
I thought my time had come

Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

Now, Cindy got religion,
She swung around and round
She got so full of glory
She knocked the preacher down

Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

She loved me on the mountainside
She loved me on the hill
And every time she said "I won't"
Her echo said "I will!"

Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

You ought to see my Cindy
She lives away down south
She's so sweet the honeybees
Swarm 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 Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
Get along home, little Cindy
I'll marry you some time.

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