French Cinnamon

Mama, I'm good boy. I try but I never will. Strangers on the outside, they look, But they won't let me in. Flowers for my sweetheart, I pick from the Soil in the summer rain. Merchant of my street smarts, how could I have Known it would be like this? When you know where you went wrong, Those memories will tear you apart. When you know where you belong, This heartache will bury us all. The boys in the back bar all tied to Their arms like a ball and chain. I promised to be better. I fell to the floor, went down and prayed. Dear God, I know I need help. Grandma, I'm a lost soul. I'll bury the hatchet. I'm ready to come home. When you know where you went wrong, Those memories will tear you apart. When you know where you belong, This heartache will bury us all. I there upon the ledge. I was ready for the end. Let them tear me apart. Time to be buried alone, my love. When you know where you went wrong, Those memories tear you apart. When you you belong, this heartache will