Get Along Home Cindy

You ought to see my Cindy, she lives way down south And she's so sweet the honey bees all swarm around her mouth I wish I was an apple, hanging in a tree And every time that Cindy passed she'd take a bite of me She told me that she loved me, she called me sugar plum She threw her arms around me, I thought my time had come Cindy hugged and kissed me, she rung her hands and cried Swore I was the prettiest thing that ever lived to die I wish I had a needle as fine as I could sew I'd sew my sweetheart to my back and down the road I'd go Now Cindy's got religion, she's had it once before But when she hears the banjo play, she's the first one on the floor