Up on Cripple CreekThe BandWhen I get off of this mountainYou know where I want to goStraight down the Mississippi riverTo the Gulf of MexicoTo Lake George, LouisianaLittle Bessie, girl that I once knewAnd she told me just to come on by If there's anything she could do{Refrain}Up on Cripple Creek she sends meIf I spring a leak she mends meI don't have to speak she defends meA drunkard's dream if I ever did see oneGood luck had just stung meTo the race track I did goShe bet on one horse to winAnd I bet on another to showOdds were in my favorI had him five to oneWhen that nag came around the trackSure enough he had won{Refrain}I took up all of my winningsAnd I gave my little Bessie halfAnd she tore it up and blew it in my faceJust for a laugeNow there's one thing in the whole wide worldI sure would like to seeThat's when that little love of mineDips her doughnut in my tea{Refrain}Now me and my mate were back at the shackWe had Spike Jones on the boxShe said, "I can't take the way he singsBut I love to hear him talk"Now that just gave my heart a fallTo the bottom of my feetAnd I swore and I took another pullMy Bessie can't be beat{Refrain}Now, it's hot in CaliforniaAnd up north it's pretty coldAnd this living off the roadIs getting pretty oldSo I guess I'll call up my big mamaTell her I'll be rolling inBet you know, deep down, I'm kinda temptedTo see my sweet Bessie again{Refrain}
