K:D I [D]wish I was an apple, a hanging on a [A]tree And [D]every time that [G]Cindy passed, she'd [D]take a [A]bite of [D]me. {i}Chorus:{/i} {i}Get along [G]home Cindy, Cindy. Get along [D]home Cindy, Cindy.{/i} {i}Get along [G]home Cindy, Cindy, I'll [D]marry [A]you some-[D]day.{/i} She [D]told me that she loved me, She called me her Sugar [A]Plum She [D]throwed her arms a-[G]round me, I [D]thought my [A]time had [D]come. (Chorus) She [D]took me to her parlor, She cooled me with her [A]fan She [D]told me I was the [G]prettiest thing, In the [D]shape of [A]mortal [D]man. (Chorus) Where [D]did you get your liquor, Where did you get your [A]dram? From an [D]old moon [G]shiner, [D]Down in [A]Rocking-[D]ham. (Chorus) [D]Cindy got religion, She had it once be-[A]fore And [D]when she heard my [G]old guitar, She [D]danced a-[A]cross the [D]floor. (Chorus) I [D]wish I had a needle, As fine as I could [A]sew, I'd [D]sew my sweetheart [G]to my back, And [D]down the [A]road I'd[D] go. (Chorus) I'll [D]never marry Cindy, I'll tell you the reason [A]why, She [D]blows her nose in the [G]cornbread, and [D]calls it [A]pumpkin [D]pie. (Chorus)