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Up On Cripple Creek

A música Up on Cripple Creek foi composta por Robbie Robertson, sendo famosa na performance do grupo The Band. Esta música destaca-se por sua narrativa e estilo único, combinando elementos de rock, country e folk. A história da música gira em torno de uma série de aventuras narradas pelo vocalista, referenciando diversos locais dos Estados Unidos e destacando a relação com a personagem Bessie. A canção é conhecida por seu groove distinto de bater ... ia e pelos vocais peculiares de Levon Helm. Ver mais [+]

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, Louisianna, little Bessie, a girl who 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, 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 them five to one.
That nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won.

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.

I took up all of my winnings and I gave little Bessie half.
She tore it up and threw it in my face just for a laugh.
And 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, 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.

Me and my mate we were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box.
She says, "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, 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.


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.

and fade