Cinnamon Tree
You've got to seavey up a stang beneath that cinnamon tree
Give me half a breeze just across the sun
Gotta fetch me up a telescope
Fifteen yards of sturdy rope
And I'll tell you where that puppy dog has went
Now Betsy's head to railroad
And she's hopping cars
Betsy's board a great ship
And she lowers I see
She'll come riding back again
Soon as she smells that cinnamon
And I bury her sweet bones beneath that tree
She was my three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
And I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
Her mama seems to think she's gone for some kind of good
Papa says she's six feet underground
And I know she's alright
When I hear her howling in the moonlight
And it's a wild, lovely sound
It's not the body of the beast that holds her spirit
It's her spirit in itself which I adore
And it's her love
And it's her name
Not the confines of her frame
That makes me love her
Love her so much more
She was my three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
And I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
Give me half a breeze just across the sun
Gotta fetch me up a telescope
Fifteen yards of sturdy rope
And I'll tell you where that puppy dog has went
Now Betsy's head to railroad
And she's hopping cars
Betsy's board a great ship
And she lowers I see
She'll come riding back again
Soon as she smells that cinnamon
And I bury her sweet bones beneath that tree
She was my three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
And I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
Her mama seems to think she's gone for some kind of good
Papa says she's six feet underground
And I know she's alright
When I hear her howling in the moonlight
And it's a wild, lovely sound
It's not the body of the beast that holds her spirit
It's her spirit in itself which I adore
And it's her love
And it's her name
Not the confines of her frame
That makes me love her
Love her so much more
She was my three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
She was a three legged dog
And I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
I bury her bones
Out beneath that old cinnamon tree
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Writer(s): Jeffery Bruce Kissell, Christopher Lynch, Martin O'reilly
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