Up On Cripple Creek (Live) Lyrics
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Up On Cripple Creek (Live) Lyricsby Bob Dylan & The Band Buy album CD: Before The Flood (Live) 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, a girl that I once knew And 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 strung me So to the race track I did go I bet on one horse to win And Bessie bet on another to show The odds were in my favor You know I had him five to one When that nag to win came around the track Me and little Bessie had won Going 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 So picked 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 that just've made my heart drop 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 Well 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 there's one thing in the whole wide world I sure do love to see That's how that little sweet thing of mine Puts her doughnut in my tea I'm going 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 Well, it's hot out in California And up north it's freezing cold And this living off the road Is getting pretty old So I guess I'll call up my big mama And tell her I'll be rolling in Bet you know deep down, I'm soughta tempted To go and see my Bessie again I'm going 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 won't go if I could [Incomprehensible]
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