Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee lyrics

Cindy, Cindy blues lyrics

You ought to see my Cindy, she lives way down south,
She's so sweet the honeybees swarm around her mouth.
Chorus: Get along home Cindy, Cindy get along home,
Get along home Cindy, Cindy I'll mary you someday.
First I seen Cindy, she was standin' in the door,
Her shoes and stockings in her hand and her feet all over the floor.
She kissed me and she hugged me, she called me a sugar-plum,
She thrown her arms around me and called me a sugar-plum.
I wished I had a nickle, wished I had a dime,
I give it to my Cindy to love me all the time.
She took me to her parlour, she called me with her fan,
She said I was the prettest thing to dream a mortal man.
I wished I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree,
Ev'rytime that Cindy would pass me by, she take a bide of me.
Oh, Cindy is a pretty girl, Cindy is a peach,
She threw her arms around my neck and hung on like a leach.