Lyrics of
Cripple Creek

Hey, I got a girl at the head of the creek,
goin? up to see her about two times a week.
Kiss her on the mouth, sweet as any wine,
wrap herself around me like a sweet potato vine.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run,
goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl,
goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl.
Now the girls up Cripple Creek, about half-grown,
jump on a boy like a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches up to my knees,
wade ol Cripple Creek whenever I please.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run,
goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl,
goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl.
Now, Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep,
wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep.
Hills are steep and the roads are muddy,
and I'm so dizzy that I can't stand steady, I'm
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run,
goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl,
goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl.