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UP ON CRIPPLE CREEK The Band When I get off of this mountain You know where I want to go Straight down the Mississippi river To the Gulf of Mexico To Lake George, Louisiana Little Bessie, girl that I once knew And she told me just to come on by If there's anything she could do {Refrain} 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 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 Odds were in my favor I had him five to one When that nag came around the track Sure enough he had won {Refrain} I took up all of my winnings And I gave my little Bessie half And she tore it up and blew 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 {Refrain} 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 fall To the bottom of my feet And I swore and I took another pull My Bessie can't be beat {Refrain} Now, it's hot in California And up north it's pretty cold And this living off the road Is getting pretty old So I guess I'll call up my big mama Tell her I'll be rolling in Bet you know, deep down, I'm kinda tempted To see my sweet Bessie again {Refrain}

    


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