Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Up On Cripple Creek, artist - The Band. Album song To Kingdom Come, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Up On Cripple Creek |
| 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, we 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 |
| 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 |
| He-he! |
| 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 as 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 |