F#m E B Growing up A F#m E B On Cinnamon Street. A F#m E B A Everywhere you look there are lots F#m E B A Of people to meet, It's seven o'clock, the breakfast treat Now the schoolbus is here Hurry up and grab a seat All the dreams are tiny ones Another week has just begun On Cinnamon Street E All the dreams are tiny ones, F#m B Another week has just begun F#m E B A F#m E B A On Cinnamon Street. There was a girl on Cinnamon Street The same age as me We shared the curiosity I won her heart cos I could play guitar She promised me heaven at once And later all the stars But it all remained the same Cos things can never change On Cinnamon Street Chorus: A On Cinnamon Street. I can hear my heartbeat E Bm The very first time we made love, A E life was a lazy rest in the sun. A Later we went dancing, E Bm Staying up all night long A E Playing all our favourite songs, F#m Cinnamon songs: E B A F#m Wo-oh, nah nah nah nah nah. E B A F#m Wo-oh, nah nah. E B A F#m Wo-oh, nah nah nah nah nah. E B Wo-oh, yeah. I say goodbye to Cinnamon Street Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet I walk in a cloud The smell of cinnamon bread It's in my blood since the day I was born 'til I wake up...dead And the sun is smiling gently A funny shade of red Chorus | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA E F#m B Bm |