Cindy

—Riley Puckett

also, Get Along Home Cindy

Cindy is like a cherry,
Cherry is 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.

Alt Chorus:
Get along home, Cindy Cindy
Get along home.
Get along home, Cindy Cindy
I'll marry you some day.

Went upon the mountain,
Did my normal route
Put me in a coffe 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 Cindys 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

Verse

I	I	I	I
I	I	I-V	I

Chorus

IV	IV	I	I
IV	IV	I-V	I

Extra Verses:

You ought to see my Cindy
She lives away down south
She's so sweet that honeybees
Swarm about her mouth.

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 really went to town;
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.

Wish I was an apple
Hangin on a tree
An' every time my Cindy passed
She'd take a bite o' me