You ought to see my Cindy
She lives way down South
She's so sweet the honey bees,
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
(Refrain)
I wish I was an apple
Hanging on a tree
And every time my Cindy'd pass
She'd take a bite of me
(Refrain)
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