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