Ricky Nelson

I wish I was a apple hangin' in a tree.
And everytime my sweetheart passed.
She'd take a bite off 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.
I wish I had a needle.
As fine as I could sew.
I'd sew her in my pocket.
And down the road I go.
Cindy hugged and kissed me.
She wrung her hands and cried.
Swore I was the prettiest thing.
That ever lived or died.
Get along home, Cindy Cindy.
Get along home, Cindy Cindy.
Get along home, Cindy Cindy.
I'll marry you sometime.