Up on Cripple Creek - J.R.Robertson

    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 Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
    She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do

    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
    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

    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 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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