The Band – Up On Cripple Creek (Guitar)

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When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?

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   Straight down the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico.

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To Lake Charles, Louisianna, little Bessie, a girl who I once knew.

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  She told me just to come on by if there's anything that she could do.

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Up on Cripple 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, she defends me.

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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.

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Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go.

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  She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show.

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The odds were in my favor, I had them five to one.

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  That nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won.

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Up on Cripple 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, she defends me.

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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.

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I took up all of my winnings and I gave little Bessie half.

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   She tore it up and threw it in my face just for a laugh.

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And there's one thing in the whole wide world I sure would like to see.

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  that's when that little love of mine dips her doughnut in my tea.

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Up on Cripple 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, she defends me.

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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.

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Me and my mate we were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box.

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  She says, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk."

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Now that just gave my heart a throb to the bottom of my feet.

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 And I swore as I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat.

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Up on Cripple 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, she defends me.

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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.

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There's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold.

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  And this living on the road is getting pretty old.

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So I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in.

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But you know, deep down, I'm kind of tempted

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To go and see my Bessie again.

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Up on Cripple 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, she defends me.

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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.