Cindy

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Cindy
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Cindy
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I wish I was an apple, A hangin on a tree And
every time my Cindy passed, shed take a bite of
me. You ought to see my Cindy, She lives a-way
down South She is so sweet the honey bees all
swarm around her mouth!
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Get along home, Cindy, CindyGet along home,
Cindy, CindyGet along home, Cindy, Cindy, Ill
marry you some day.
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She took me to her parlor, She cooled me with her
fan, She wore I was the purtiest thing in the
shape of mortal man. I wish I had a needle, As
fine as I could sew Id sew that gal to my
coattail, And down the road Id go.
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Get along home, Cindy, CindyGet along home,
Cindy, CindyGet along home, Cindy, Cindy, Ill
marry you some day.