| I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree
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| And every time my Cindy passed, she’d take a little bite of me
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| Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
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| Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
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| I’ll marry you one day
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| Well, Cindy is my honey the sweetest in the south
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| When we kissed to bees would all swarm around her mouth
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| Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
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| Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I’ll marry you one day
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| Well, I wish I had a needle and thread, fine as I could sew
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| I’d sew my Cindy to my side and down the road I’d go
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| Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
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| Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I’ll marry you one day
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| Well, Cindy got religion. |
| She’d had it once before
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| She grabbed my ole banjo, man and throw it on the floor
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| Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
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| Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I’ll marry you one day
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| Well, it’s apples in the summer time, peaches in the fall
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| If I can’t have the gal I want I won’t have none at all
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| Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
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| Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I’ll marry you one day
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| Cindy hugged and kissed me, she hung her head and cried
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| I swore she was the prettiest thing that ever lived or died
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| Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
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| Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I’ll marry you one day
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| I’ll marry you one day |