Up on Cripple Creek - Live at LA Forum, Inglewood, CA - February 1974

Lyrics for Up on Cripple Creek - Live at LA Forum, Inglewood, CA - February 1974

...three When I get off of this mountain you know where I wanna go Straight down the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico To Lake Charles, Louisiana, oh little Bessie, girl that I once knew She told me just to come on by if there's anything she could do Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me If I spring a leak, she mends me I don't have to speak when she defends me A drunkard's dream, if I ever did see one Good luck had just stung me so to the race track I did go I bet on one horse to win and then she bet on another to show The odds were in my favor, you know I had him five to one When that nag to win came around the track, me and little Bessie had won Moving up on Cripple Creek where she sends me If I spring a leak, she mends me I don't have to speak when she defends me A drunkard's dream, if I ever did see one So I pick up all of my winnings and I gave my little Bessie half She tore it up and threw it in my face just for a laugh Now that just made my heart drop to the bottom of my feet And I swore, as I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat Up on Cripple Creek where she sends me If I spring a leak, she mends me I don't have to speak when she defends me A drunkard's dream, if I ever did see one Well, now me and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box She said, "I can't take the way he sings but I love to hear him talk" Now there's one thing in the whole wide world I'd surely love to see That's that little sweet thing of mine puts her sugar in my tea I'm going up on Cripple Creek where she sends me And if I spring a leak, she mends me I don't have to speak when she defends me A drunkard's dream, if I ever did see one Well, it's hot out in California and up north it's freezing cold And this living off the new road is getting pretty old So I guess I'll call up my big mama, and tell her I'll be rolling in Bet you know, deep down, I'm sorta tempted to go and see my Bessie again I'm going up on Cripple Creek where she sends me If I spring a leak, she mends me I don't have to speak when she defends me A drunkard's dream, if I ever did see one