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