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When I get off of this mountain |
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You know where I want to go |
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Straight down the Mississippi river |
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To the Gulf of Mexico |
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To Lake Charles Louisiana |
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Little Bessie, girl that I once knew |
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She told me just to come on by |
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If there's anything that she could do |
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, as she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
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Good luck had just stung me |
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To the race track I did go |
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She bet on one horse to win |
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And I bet on another to show |
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The odds were in my favor |
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I had 'em five to one |
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When that nag to win came around the track |
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Sure enough we had won |
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Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, as she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, as she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
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I took up all of my winnings |
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And I gave my little Bessie half |
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And she tore it up and threw it in my face |
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Just for a laugh |
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Now there's one thing in the whole wide world |
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I sure would like to see |
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That's when that little love of mine |
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Dips her doughnut in my tea |
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Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, as she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, as she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
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Now me and my mate were back at the shack |
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We had Spike Jones on the box |
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She said, "I can't take the way he sings |
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But I love to hear him talk" |
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Now that just gave my heart a throb |
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To the bottom of my feet |
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And I swore as I took another pull |
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My Bessie can't be beat |
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Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, as she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, as she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
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As there's a flood out in California |
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And up North it's freezing cold |
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And this living on the road |
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Is getting pretty old |
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So I guess, I'll call up my big mama |
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Tell her I'll be rolling in |
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But you know, deep down |
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I'm kind of tempted |
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To go and see my Bessie again |
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
