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    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
    Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
    And 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, 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
    Odds were in my favor
    I had 'em five to one
    And that nag to win came around the track
    Sure enough we 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 my little Bessie half
    And she tore it up and threw it in my face
    Just for a laugh
    Now 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
    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 that just gave my heart a throb
    To the bottom of my feet
    And I swore and 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 off 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 kinda 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

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