| 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 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, 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, 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
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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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| 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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| He-he!
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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
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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, 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
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| Now 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 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, 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 |