Up On Cripple Creek

	 
[Intro]
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[Estrofa]
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When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go? 
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   Straight down the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico. 
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To Lake Charles, Louisianna, little Bessie, a girl who I once knew. 
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  She told me just to come on by if there's anything that she could do.
[Estribillo]
A 
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me. 
D 
If I spring a leak, she mends me. 
E 
I don't have to speak, she defends me. 
  F#m                   G 
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
[Estrofa]
A                                   D 
Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go. 
A            D                      E 
  She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show. 
    A                        D 
The odds were in my favor, I had them five to one. 
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  That nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won.
[Estribillo]
A 
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me. 
D 
If I spring a leak, she mends me. 
E 
I don't have to speak, she defends me. 
  F#m                   G 
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
[Estrofa]
  A                                D 
I took up all of my winnings and I gave little Bessie half. 
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   She tore it up and threw it in my face just for a laugh. 
    A                                         D 
And there's one thing in the whole wide world I sure would like to see. 
A                         D                     E 
  that's when that little love of mine dips her doughnut in my tea.
[Estribillo]
A 
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me. 
D 
If I spring a leak, she mends me. 
E 
I don't have to speak, she defends me. 
  F#m                   G 
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
[Estrofa]
A                                                D 
Me and my mate we were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box. 
A                             D                   E 
  She says, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk." 
    A                                      D 
Now that just gave my heart a throb to the bottom of my feet. 
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 And I swore as I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat.
[Estribillo]
A 
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me. 
D 
If I spring a leak, she mends me. 
E 
I don't have to speak, she defends me. 
  F#m                   G 
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
[Instrumental]
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[Estrofa]
          A                              D 
There's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold. 
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  And this living on the road is getting pretty old. 
     A                                        D 
So I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in. 
        A                    D 
But you know, deep down, I'm kind of tempted 
   E 
To go and see my Bessie again.
[Estribillo]
A 
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me. 
D 
If I spring a leak, she mends me. 
E 
I don't have to speak, she defends me. 
  F#m                   G 
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
[Outro]
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