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.