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 рок
Date 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 |