Cindy (Version Film) Songtext
von Rick Nelson

Send her, send her
Send her, send her
I wish I was an apple, hangin′ in the tree
And every time my sweetheart pass, she 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 along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime
Cindy got religion
She had it once before
When she heard my old guitar, she was the first one on the floor I wish I had a needle, as fine as I could sew
I′d sew the girls to my coattail and down the road I'd go
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime
Cindy in the springtime, Cindy in the fall
If I can′t 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
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you sometime