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CINDY
See Professor Newman I. White's American Negro Folk-Songs, p. 161; Bradley Kincaid's My Favorite Old-Time Mountain Songs, Book 2, Chicago, 1929, p. 23. Most of the stanzas of this song are nearly identical with those of the latter, but the arrangement is different. Professor White says, "WithÂout definite evidence, I am of the opinion that this is an old banjo song of the whites" (p. 161). Cf. also R. W. Gordon, New York Times Magazine, Nov. 27, 1927, p. 23; Lunsford and Stringfield, p. 42.
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Obtained from Mrs. Cleophas L. Franklin, Crossnore, Avery County, North Carolina, February, 1930.
1. Cindy in the summer time, Cindy in the fall;
If I can't get Cindy all the time, I won't have her at all. Chorus
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy;
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy;
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy;
I'm going to leave you now.
2. You ought to see my Cindy; She lives away down south; She's so sweet the honey bees Swarm around her mouth.
Chorus 3.1 wish I was an apple A-hanging on a tree; Every time that Cindy passed She'd take a bite of me.
Chorus 4.1 took my Cindy to preaching And what you reckon she done ? She stood right up in the preacher's face And chewed her chewing gum.
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