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