Cindy

 

 

Cindy

You ought to see my Cindy
She lives way down South
And she’s so sweet the honey bees
All swarm around her mouth
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
I’ll marry you some day

The first time that I saw her
She was standing in the door –
Her shoes and stockings in her hand
Her feet all over the floor
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
I’ll marry you some day

I wish I was an apple
Hanging on a tree
And every time my Cindy’d pass
She’d take a bite of me
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
I’ll marry you some day

I wish I had a nickel
I wish I had a dime
I wish I had my Cindy gal
To love me all the time
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
I’ll marry you some day

She took me to her parlour
She cooled me with her fan
She swore I was the prettiest thing
In the shape of mortal man
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
I’ll marry you some day

Now Cindy’s got religion
She’s had it once before
But when she hears the banjo play
She’s the first one on the floor
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
Git along home Cindy, Cindy
I’ll marry you some day