Cindy, Cindy
Titel: Cindy, Cindy
Längd: 2:31
Kompositörer: Benjamin Weisman, Buddy Kaye och Darrell Fuller
Utgivare: Gladys Music
Inspelningsdatum: 1970-06-04/05
Inspelningstid: mellan klockan 18:00-21:00, 22:00-01:00 och 01:30-04:30
Inspelningsplats: RCA Studio B – Nashville, TN
Matrix: ZPA4 1599
Tagning master: 3
Producent: Felton Jarvis
Studiotekniker: Al Pachucki
Musiker:
Akustisk gitarr: Elvis Presley
Gitarr: James Burton
Gitarr: Chip Young
Bas: Norbert Putnam
Trummor: Jerry Carrigan
Piano: David Briggs
Orgel och munspel: Charlie McCoy
Pålagt i efterhand:
Gitarr: James Burton
Slagverk: Jerry Carrigan
Slagverk och vibrafon: Farrell Morris
Orgel: David Briggs
Steel guitar: Weldon Myrick
Kör/bakgrundssångare: The Imperials
Kör/bakgrundssångare: The Jordanaires
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Millie Kirkham
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Mary Green
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Mary Holladay
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Ginger Holladay
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Temple Riser
Kör/bakgrundssångare: June Page
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Sonja Montgomery
Kör/bakgrundssångare: Dolores Edgin
Trumpet: Charlie McCoy
Trumpet: George Tidwell
Trumpet: Don Sheffield
Tumpet: Glenn Baxter
Saxofon: Wayne Butler
Saxofon: Norman Ray
Saxofon, flöjt och klarinett: Skip Lane
Saxofon och flöjt: William Puett
Trombon: Gene Mullins
Första utgivning: Love Letters From Elvis (LSP-4530)
Även utgiven på bland annat:
Mein Star – Elvis Presley (66 479 7)
Text:
Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you’d pass me by you would 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
I told it to a honeycomb, who told it to a bee
Told him that I love you, they all know it’s true
Say it ’til the cows come home until it gets to you
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home with me
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
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home to me
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, sincerely tell me so
I’d beat two drums about it, baby, to let the whole world know
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home with me
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home with me
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
