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Cindy, Cindy



(Kaye / Weisman / Fuller)





Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you'd take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird I'd never fly away
I'd sit up on your shoulder baby and sing to you all day


* Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home Cindy Cindy
Come on home Cindy Cindy, Come on home to me


I wrote it in a letter, carved it on a tree
Told it to a honeycomb, told it to a bee
Told them that I love you, they all know its true
Say it till the cows come home until it gets to you


* Repeat


Need you in the morning to start the coffee pot
Need you in the afternoon to fan me when I'm hot
Need you in the evening when supper time is through
What I'm really tryin' to say is I can't get enough of you


* Repeat


If I were a musician I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me say it and tell me so
I need two charms about me baby to have the whole world know


* Repeat


* Repeat



(f) Wish I was an apple (e7) , (e) (f) danglin' from a tree (e7) (e)
(f) Every time you'd pass (e7) me by, (e)you'd (f) take a bite of me (e7) (e)
I (f) wish I was a blue bird,(e7) (e)  I'd (f) never fly away (e7) (e)
(e) I'd (f7) sit up on your shoulder baby and sing to you all day
* Come on (b7) home, Cindy Cindy, 
  Come on (f) home, Cindy Cindy, 
  Come on (c9) home, Cindy Cindy, 
(f) Come on (c7) home with me (f) 
Told it to a honey comb, who told it to a bee
I told them that I love your, 
they all know it's true
I'll say it till the cows come home, until it gets to you

*

Need you in the mornin' to start the coffee pot,
Need you in the afternoon, to fan me when I'm hot,
Need you in the evenin' when supper time is thru,
What I'm really tryin' to say is tha I can't get enough of you

*

If I were a musician, I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my heart, the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me, sincerely tell me so
I'd beat the drums about you baby, to let the whole world know