| Song | Up On Cripple Creek |
| Artist | The Band |
| Album | A Musical History |
| 作词 : Robertson | |
| 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 that she could do | |
| Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
| I don't have to speak, as 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, as she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
| I don't have to speak, as 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 | |
| And 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 | |
| Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
| I don't have to speak, as 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, as she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
| I don't have to speak, as she defends me | |
| A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one | |
| As 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 |
| zuò cí : Robertson | |
| 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 that she could do | |
| Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
| I don' t have to speak, as 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, as she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
| I don' t have to speak, as 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 | |
| And 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 | |
| Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
| I don' t have to speak, as 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, as she sends me | |
| If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
| I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
| A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
| As 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 |