(a.k.a. "Get Along Home, Cindy")

Words & Music:

Traditional American


    D                     A

You ought to see my Cindy, she lives 'way down South.

D                   G          D       A        D

She's so sweet, the honeybees, swarm around her mouth.



          G                              D

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy.  Get along home, Cindy, Cindy

G                                   D     A       D

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy.  I'll marry you someday.


The first I seen my Cindy, she was standing in the door.

Her shoes and stockings in her hand with her feet all over the floor.




I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree.

And every time my Cindy passed she'd take a bite of me.




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.




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.




Cindy hugged and kissed me, she hung her head and cried.

I swore she was the prettiest thing that ever lived or died.




Back to the Songbook Index.

This page's content is copyrighted ©1977-2008 by Kristin C. Hall. Please drop me a line (via "dink (at) media (dot) mit (dot) edu") if you wish to use it or link to it or correct it! Please send comments, suggestions, fixes and general mischievious mayhem to the web diva via the above email address. (sorry, spambots have forced me to remove my automatic mail link.) Many thanks...and enjoy!

Note to lawyers and any other litigious-minded folk:
I am not trying to screw anyone out of royalties, etc. I have posted these only as a helpful resources for teachers, camp counselors and people who like to "sing along with Mitch", if you will. If you do not want your work posted to these pages, please just email me (via "dink (at) media (dot) mit (dot) edu") and I shall remove it.