| Lyrics: | One, two, three, four.
I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree
and every time my Cindy
passed, she'd take a bite of me.
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Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home.
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time.
Cindy got religion. She had it
once before
but when she heard my ole banjo, she's the first one on the
floor.
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She told me that she loved me. She called me "sugar plum."
She
throwed her arms around me. I thought my time had come!
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get
along home.
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time.
Get along
home.
Wished I had a dollar. Wished I had a dime.
I'd buy a jar of cider and stay
happy all the time.
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The last time I saw Cindy she had a funny look.
She opened her mouth and then she said, "Ya'll sign my autograph book?"
Chorus (2X) |
