The streets of my town are not what they were. They are haloed in anger, bitter and hurt. And it's not so you'd notice but it's a sinister thing. Like the wheels of ambition at the christening.
Oh, ho my soul. Sometimes we don't know what to do. We work so hard being tough on our own. But now it's me and you. . Let's give it up sad bones. 'Cause we all fall on hard times.
Oh, Cinnamon Road. That's where we would go to try and feel better. Oh, hot summer breeze. The tops of the trees reachin' forever. . So you take all the things that you felt then.
Oh, my soul, sometimes. We don't know what to do. We work so hard being tough on our own. But now it's me and you. . Let's give it up, sad bones. 'Cause we are following hard times.