—Traditional, also called Get Along Home Cindy
You ought to see my Cindy she lives way down south
She's so sweet the honey bees swarm around her mouth
Chorus:
Get along home Cindy Cindy
Get along home Cindy Cindy
Get along home Cindy Cindy
I'll marry you some day
The first I seen my Cindy she was standing in the door
Her shoes and stocking in her hand her feet all over the floor
She took me to her parlor she cooled me with her fan
She said I was the prettiest thing in the shape of mortal man
She kissed me and she hugged me she called me suger plum
She throwed her arms around me I thought my time had come
Oh Cindy is a pretty girl Cindy is a peach
She threw her arms around my neck and hung on like a leech
And if I was a sugar tree standing in the town
Each time my Cindy passed I'd shake some sugar down
And if had a needle and thread fine as I could sew
I'd sew that gal to my coat tails and down the road I'd go
I wish I was an apple a-hanging on a tree
Every time that Cindy passed she'd take a bite of me
Verse
| I | I | I | I7 |
Chorus
| IV | I | IV | V – I |
Riley Puckett lyrics:
Cindy is like a cherry,
Cherry's like a rose
How I love my Cindy,
Ain't nobody knows
Chorus:
Get along home,
Get along home,
Get along home,
Cindy, fare you well.
Went upon the mountain,
Did my normal route
Put me in a coffee pot,
Blowed me out the spout
You may ride a grey horse,
I may ride a roan
Go and see the old gal,
You better leave mine alone
Went upon the mountain,
To give my horn a blow,
Every gal in Georgia,
Came runnin' to the door
I went down to Cindy's house,
Cindy wasn't at home
Set myself in a rockin' chair,
And rocked till she come home
Cindy in the summertime,
Cindy in the fall,
Can't have Cindy all the time,
Don't want Cindy at all.
Wish I had a needle and thread
Wish that I could sew
I'd sew that gal to my coat tails
And down the road we'd go
Yet more verses:
Cindy got religion,
She had it once before
When she heered my old banjo
She's the first one on the floor.
Cindy got religion
She swung round and round;
Got so full of glory, Lord,
Shook her stockin's down.
If I had a pretty gal
I'd put her on a shelf;
Ev'ry time she smiled at me,
I'd jump right up myself.