Cindy

(a.k.a. "Get Along Home, Cindy")

Words & Music:

Traditional American

 

    D                     A

You ought to see my Cindy, she lives 'way down South.

D                   G          D       A        D

She's so sweet, the honeybees, swarm around her mouth.

 

CHORUS:

          G                              D

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy.  Get along home, Cindy, Cindy

G                                   D     A       D

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy.  I'll marry you someday.

 

The first I seen my Cindy, she was standing in the door.

Her shoes and stockings in her hand with her feet all over the floor.

 

CHORUS:

 

I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree.

And every time my Cindy passed she'd take a bite of me.

 

CHORUS:

 

Well, I wish I had a needle and thread, fine as I could sew.

I'd sew my Cindy to my side and down the road I'd go.

 

CHORUS:

 

Well, it's apples in the summer time, peaches in the fall.

If I can't have the gal I want I won't have none at all.

 

CHORUS:

 

Cindy hugged and kissed me, she hung her head and cried.

I swore she was the prettiest thing that ever lived or died.

 

CHORUS:

 




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