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You ought to see my Cindy she lives way down south.
She's so sweet the honey bees all swarm around her mouth

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy (3x)
I'll marry you some day.

alternative chorus:
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home I say
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
I'll marry you some day.

The first I seen my Cindy she was standing in the door.
Her shoes and stockings in her hand, little bare feet on the floor.

She took me to her parlor, cooled me with her fan.
She said I was the prettiest thing in the shape of mortal man.

She kissed me and she hugged me, she called me sugar plum.
She throwed her arms around my neck, I thought my time had come.

Cindy is a pretty gal, Cindy is a peach.
She throws her arms around my neck and hangs on like a leech.

If I had a thread and needle just as fine as I could sew,
I'd sew that girl to my coattails and down the road I'd go.

I wish I were an apple hanging on a tree
and every time my Cindy passed she'd  take a bite of me.

I wish I was a sugar tree standing in the town.
Every time my Cindy passed I'd shake some sugar down.

Cindy got religion, She's got it once before.
But when she hears that old banjo she's the first one on the floor.

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