Tourism
[Chords]
F♯m   244222
E     022100
A     x02220
B     x24442
Bm    x24432


        F♯m  E  B  A
Growing up 
               F♯m  E  B  A
On Cinnamon Street.
       F♯m      E             B  A
Everywhere you look there are lots 
              F♯m  E  B  A
Of people to meet,
               F♯m  E  B  A
It's seven o'clock, 
                F♯m  E  B  A
The breakfast treat.
           F♯m        E          B  A
Now the schoolbus is here, hurry up 
             F♯m  E  B  A
And grab a seat.
                        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.



             F♯m  E  B  A
There was a girl
               F♯m  E  B  A
On Cinnamon Street,
         F♯m     E      B           A     F♯m  E  B  A
The same age as me, we shared the curiosity.
           F♯m  E  B              A        F♯m  E  B  A
I won her heart m  'cos I could play guitar.
          F♯m         E          B           A           F♯m  E  B  A
Well, I promised her heaven at once, and later all the stars.
                         E
But it all remained the same
      F♯m                 B
'Cause things can never change



               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.



Bridge: F♯m  E  B  A  (4x)



           F♯m  E  B  A
I say goodbye
               F♯m  E  B  A
To Cinnamon Street.
   F♯m         E           B         A           F♯m  E  B  A
Springtime is here, and the air is so dry and sweet.
              F♯m  E  B  A
I walk in a cloud,
                        F♯m  E  B  A
The smell of cinnamon bread,
             F♯m            E       B             A          F♯m  E  B  A
It's in my blood since the day I was born till I wake up... dead.
         A              E
And the sun is smiling gently,
   F♯m            B
A funny shade of red,



            A
Cinnamon Street... I still feel my heartbeat
E                            Bm
The very first time we made love,
                 A          E
Life was a lazy day in the sun.
A
Later we went dancing,
E                      Bm
Hanging out all night long
                 A         E
Singing 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         F♯m
Wo-oh, cinnamon songs...