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

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

Cindy in the summertime,
Cindy in the fall,
If I can't have Cindy all the time,
I'll have no one at all.

Cindy is a pretty girl,
Cindy is a peach;
Threw her arms around my neck,
And hung on like a leach.

Cindy got religion,
Tell you what she done:
Walked up to the minister,
Chawed her chewin' gum.

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.

Cindy had one blue eye,
She also had one brown,
One eye looked in the country,
The other one looked in town.

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

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.