Up on Cripple Creek The Band
Up on Cripple Creek:The Band.
[A]When I get off of this mountain, you [D]know where I want to go?
[A]Straight down the [D]Mississippi river, to the [E]Gulf of Mexico.
To [A]Lake Charles, Louisiana, little [D]Bessie, girl that I once knew.
[A]She told me just to [D]come on by, if there's [E]anything she can do.
CHORUS:
[A]Up on Cripple Creek she sends me..
[D]if I spring a leak she mends me.
[E]I don't have to speak, she defends me..
a [F#m]drunkard's dream if I [G]ever did see one.
[A]Good luck had just stung me, to the [D]race track I did go.
[A]She bet on one horse to win and I [E]bet on another to show.
The [A]odds were in my favor, I [D]had 'em five to one..
[A]when that, nag to win, [D]came around the track, [E]sure enough we had won.
CHORUS:
[A]Up on Cripple Creek she sends me..
[D]if I spring a leak she mends me.
[E]I don't have to speak, she defends me..
a [F#m]drunkard's dream if I [G]ever did see one.
[A]I took up all of my winnings, and I [D]gave my little Bessie half.
[A]And she tore it up and [D]threw it in my face, [E]just for a laugh.
Now, there's [A]just one thing in the whole wide world, I [D]sure would like to see..
[A]that's when that [D]goooood love of mine, dips her [E]doughnut in my tea. Hee, hee.
CHORUS:
[A]Up on Cripple Creek she sends me..
[D]if I spring a leak she mends me.
[E]I don't have to speak, she defends me..
a [F#m]drunkard's dream if I [G]ever did see one.
Now, [A]me and my mate were back at the shack, we had [D]Spike Jones on the box.
She said, "[A]I can't take the [D]way he sings, but I [E]love to hear him talk."
Now, [A]that just gave my heart a throb, to the [D]bottom of my feet.
[A]And I swore as I [D]took another pull, my [E]Bessie canā??t be beat.
CHORUS:
[A]Up on Cripple Creek she sends me..
[D]if I spring a leak she mends me.
[E]I don't have to speak, she defends me..
a [F#m]drunkard's dream if I [G]ever did see one.
[A]Loooow, looow, [D]hoo..[A]loodle, loodle, loodle [D]hooo.
[A]Loooow, looow, [D]hoo..[A]loodle, loodle, loodle [D]hooo.
There's a [A]flood out in California, and up [D]North it's freezing cold.
[A]And this, living [D]on the road, is [E]getting pretty old.
So, I [A]guess, I'll call up my big mama, tell her [D]I'll be rolling in.
[A]But you know, deep down, I'm [D]kind of tempted,
to [E]go and see my Bessie, again.
CHORUS:
[A]Up on Cripple Creek she sends me..
[D]if I spring a leak she mends me.
[E]I don't have to speak, she defends me..
a [F#m]drunkard's dream if I [G]ever did see one.
OUTRO:
[A]Loooow, looow, [D]hoo..[A]loodle, loodle, loodle [D]hooo.
[A]Loooow, looow, [D]hoo..[A]loodle, loodle, loodle [D]hooo.
[A]Loooow, looow, [D]hoo..[A]loodle, loodle, loodle [D]hooo.
[A]Loooow, looow, [D]hoo..[A]loodle, loodle, loodle [D]hooo.
A seventies smash from Kraziekhat.
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