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
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 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