I was silly ass bus boy, barely out of school, lonely as the setting sun
The joint was barely keeping pace, boss about to lose the place, I just wanna have some fun!
Just then a man walks in with an ugly ass grin and he opens up his mouth to say:
Let me take you for a ride be your shaman and your guide, show you some city shit today.
So I walked into his arms, left the mountains and the farms, and I opened my mind. . .yeah I opened up my mind
To my Cinnamon, to my Cinnamon Man, etc
Well I got a little older, learned to play guitar and I wrote a couple simple songs
I met a little woman in the Swedish hills and she showed me 'bout settlin' down.
So we had a couple kids, made some money, hit the skids - but all I kept thinkin' bout
Was old Cinnamon, my Cinnamon Man. . .
Now I'm sitting all alone, got a couple kids in tow and a habit that won't leave me be
And all that I remember is that evening in December when old Cinnamon walked out on me
My Cinnamon, my Cinnamon. . .man!
Papa Cinnamon etc. . .