Cindy - Cindy
Cindy - Cindy
I wish I was a apple hangin' in a tree
And everytime my sweetheart passed
She'd take a bite off me
She told me that she loved me
She called me sugar plum
She threw her arms around me
I thought my time had come
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
I'll marry you sometime
Cindy got religion
She had it once before
When she heard my old guitar
I wish I had a needle
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew the girl to my coat tail
And down the road I go
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
I'll marry you sometime
(Instrumental)
Cindy in the spring time
Cindy in the fall
If I can't have my Cindy girl
I will have no girl at all
Cindy went to preaching
She swung around and around
She got so full of glory
She knocked the preacher down
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
Get along home, Cindy-Cindy
I'll marry you sometime