Get Along Home Cindy - Mark Kozelek

You ought to see my Cindy, she lives away down South

And she’s so sweet the honey bees, they swarm around her mouth

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, get along home

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, I’ll marry you someday

She hugged me and she kissed me, she called me sugar plum

With apple butter on the shelf, this is where we lay our home

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, get along home

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, I’ll marry you someday

Cindy got religion, she had it once before

But when she heard my old banjo, she’s the first one on the floor

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, get along home

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, I’ll marry you someday

Cindy went to the preachin', she swung around and 'round

She got so full of glory, she knocked the preacher down

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, get along home

Get along home, Cindy

Cindy, I’ll marry you someday