Andy Griffith - Cindy

It's Cindy in the summertime, it's Cindy in the fall
If I can't have Cindy all the time, I won't have her at all

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime

I wish I was a apple a-hangin' on a tree
And every time that Cindy passed, she'd take a bite of me

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime

Well, I wish I had a nickel, I wish I had a dime
I wish I had a pretty little gal that I could call mine

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime

I wish I had a needle and thread, I wish that I could sew
I'd sew those pretty gals to my tote and down the road I'd go

Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime
Well, get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime