Up On Cripple Creek

The Band

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UP ON CRIPPLE CREEK
By Robbie Roberston
The Band
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When I get off of this moun-tain, 
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ya know where I wan-na go?
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Straight down the Mis-sis-sip-pi riv-er, 
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to the Gulf of Mex-i-co 
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To Lake Charles, Lou-‘si-an-na, 
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Lit-tle Bes-sie, girl I once knew
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And she told me just to come on by, 
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if there's an-y-thing that she could do

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Up on Crip-ple Creek she sends me
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If I spring a leak she mends me
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I don't have to speak, 
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‘Cause she de-fends me
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A drunk-ard's dream if I ev-er did see one

Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show
The odds were in my favor, I had 'em five to one
When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

I took up all of my winnings, and I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would like to
see
That's when that little love of mine, dips her doughnut in my tea

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Now me and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the
box
She said, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him
talk"
Now that just gave my heart a throb, to the bottom of my feet
And I swore and I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat

Now there's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing
cold
And this living on the road is getting pretty old
So I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm kind of tempted 
To go and see my Bessie again.

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring a leak she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

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