Thursday, May 30, 2013

Up on Cripple Creek



When I get off of this mountain
Ya know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles Louisiana
Little Bessie, girl I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything that she could do



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 t' 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
M' Bessie can't be beat




Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me
If I spring a leak, she mends me
I don't have t' speak, 'cause she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one




Lyrics: Robbie Robertson, ©1969 by Canaan Music, Inc.

Images: Cripple Creek Colorado, 1999

By Professor Batty



1 Comments:

Blogger Jono said...

Always a favorite. I love The Band.

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