| lyric | 1. I wish I was an apple,
Ahingin’ in a tree,
And ev’ry time my sweetheart passed,
She’d take a bite of me.
She told me that she loved me, she called me sugar plum,
She throwed her arms around me,
I thought my time had come.
Chorus:
Get along home Cindy, Cindy,
Get along home,
Cindy, Cindy, Get along home,
Cindy, Cindy, I’ll marry you some day.
2. Oh, cindy got religion,
She got it once before,
But when she heard my old banjy,
She was the first one on the floor.
Cindy went to preachin’,
she swung around and ’round.
She got so full of glory,
She knocked the preacher down. |