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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, a girl that I once knew |
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And she told me just to come on by |
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If there's anything she could do |
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, and she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, and 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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So to the race track I did go |
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I bet on one horse to win |
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And Bessie bet on another to show |
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The odds were in my favor |
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You know I had 'em five to one |
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That nag to win came around the track |
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Me and little Bessie had won |
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, and she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, and she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
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So I pick up all of my winnings |
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And I gave my little Bessie half |
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She tore it up and threw it in my face |
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Just for a laugh |
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Now that just made my heart a fall |
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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, she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, and she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, and she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
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Well 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 there's one thing in the whole wide world |
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I sure would love to see |
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That's when that little sweet thing of mine |
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Dips her dough nut in my tea |
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
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If I spring a leak, and she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, and she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
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Now, it's hot in California |
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And up north it's freezing cold |
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And this living off 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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And tell her I'll be rolling in |
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But you know deep down, I was kinda 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, and she mends me |
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I don't have to speak, and she defends me |
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
