[by Neil Young]
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl
I could be happy the rest of my life
With a cinnamon girl.

A dreamer of pictures I run in the night

You see us together, chasing the moonlight,

My cinnamon girl.



Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow

The drummer relaxes and waits between shows

For his cinnamon girl.



A dreamer of pictures I run in the night

You see us together, chasing the moonlight,

My cinnamon girl.



Pa sent me money now

I'm gonna make it somehow

I need another chance

You see your baby loves to dance

Yeah...yeah...yeah.