You ought to see my Cindy
She lives away down South
And she's so sweet the honey bees
Swarm around her mouth

Chorus
Get along home, home, Cindy
Get along home
Get along home, home, Cindy
I'm a-gonna leave you now

I wish I was an apple
A-hangin' on a tree
And every time my Cindy passed
She'd take a bite of me

I wish I was a needle
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew that gal to my coattail
And down the road I'd go

Cindy got religion
She had it once before
But when she heard my old banjo
She's the first one on the floor

The first time I saw Cindy
She was standing in the door
Her shoes and stockings in her hand
Her feet all over the floor

Cindy went to the preachin'
She swung around and around
She got so full of glory
She knocked the preacher down