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I wish I was an apple hanging in the tree
And everytime my sweetheart 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

Get al' home home, Cindy-Cindy
Get al' home home, Cindy-Cindy
Get al' home home, Cindy-Cindy
I'll marry you sometime

Cindy got religion
She hadn't wants before
When she heard my old guitar
She is the first one on the floor
I wish I had a needle
As fine as I could sew
I'd sew the girl's to my coat tail
And down the road I'd go

Get al' home, Cindy-Cindy
Get al' home, Cindy-Cindy
Get al' home, Cindy-Cindy
I'll marry you sometime

Cindy in the spring time
Cindy in the fall
If I can have my Cindy girl
I'll have no girl at all
Cindy went to preaching
She swung around and round
She got so full of glory
She knocked the preacher down

Cindy hugged and kissed me
She wrung her hands and cried
Swore she was the prettiest thing
That ever lived or died

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