Cindy

Well you all have seen my Cindy
 She lives a way down south
 She's so sweet, honeybees, they swarm around her mouth
 When first I saw my Cindy
 A-standing in the door
 Her shoes and stockings in her hand and her boots spread 'round the floor
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 I'll marry you someday
 Well I wish I was an apple
 A-hangin' on a tree
 And every time my Cindy passed she'd take a bite of me
 For if I was made of sugar
 And standing in the town
 Every time my Cindy passed she'd shake some sugar down
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 I'll marry you someday
 Well my Cindy got religion
 She had it once before
 But when she heard my ol' banjo she jumped down on the floor
 She took me to her parlour
 She cooled me with her fan
 She said I was the prettiest thing in the shape of a mortal man
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 I'll marry you someday
 Now my Cindy's a sweet girl
 My Cindy she's a peach
 She threw her arms around me and she hung on like a leach
 She kissed me and she hugged me
 She called me sugar plum
 She hugged so tight I could hardly breathe
 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 someday
 If I had a thread and a needle
 If I knew how to sew
 I'd sew that girl to my court tails and down the road I'd go
 I want my Cindy Cindy
 Her lips, her arms, her feet
 I ain't never seen another gal my Cindy couldn't beat
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 I'll marry you someday
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 Get along home Cindy, Cindy
 I'll marry you someday