Cinnamon

Take a look at me, cinnamon on my le(g)
It's falling from the pantry
You got a house, and she's moving out
Now I'm dreaming of the country

Well, I'm going to the woods
Building me a shack
Far away from property tax
Are you coming with me?

You can ignore me, take my food away
Don't need nothing fancy
If I got a roof, and memories of you
I can live off candy

Working nine to five, and just scrapin' by
That's all behind me
I'm trading it in, for the river bend
And a big old pine tree

Well, I'm going to the woods
Building me a shack
Far away from property tax
Are you coming with me?
Cause I want you to



Credits
Writer(s): Glenn Douglas Davis, Travis Mcgregor Hall
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