Up On Cripple Creek by The Band is a popular song released in 1969. It was written by Robbie Robertson and featured on their second studio album, "The Band."
The song incorporates elements of country, rock, and Americana music, and tells the story of a man who falls in love with a woman from Cripple Creek, Colorado. It became a top 40 hit in the United States and is often regarded as one of The Band's signature songs.
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- Up On Cripple Creek is a song by The Band that was released in 1969.
- The song features a unique blend of rock, country, and folk influences.
- The lyrics of the song tell a story about a narrator's romantic relationship with a woman from Cripple Creek.
When I get off of this mountainYou know where I wanna go?Straight down the Mississippi RiverTo the Gulf of MexicoTo Lake Charles, LouisianaLittle Bessie, girl that I once knewAnd she told me just to come on byIf there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends meIf I spring a leak, she mends meI don't have to speak, she defends meA drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Good luck had just stung meTo the race track I did goShe bet on one horse to winAnd I bet on another to showOdds were in my favorI had 'em five to oneAnd that nag to win came around the trackSure enough we had won
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends meIf I spring a leak, she mends meI don't have to speak, she defends meA drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
I took up all of my winningsAnd I gave my little Bessie halfAnd she tore it up and threw it in my faceJust for a laughNow there's one thing in the whole wide worldI sure would like to seeThat's when that little love of mineDips her doughnut in my tea
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends meIf I spring a leak, she mends meI don't have to speak, she defends meA drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Now me and my mate were back at the shackWe had Spike Jones on the boxShe said, "I can't take the way he singsBut I love to hear him talk"Now that just gave my heart a throbTo the bottom of my feetAnd I swore and I took another pullMy Bessie can't be beat
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends meIf I spring a leak, she mends meI don't have to speak, she defends meA drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
There's a flood out in CaliforniaAnd up north it's freezing coldAnd this living off the roadIs getting pretty oldSo I guess I'll call up my big mamaTell her I'll be rolling inBut you know, deep down, I'm kinda temptedTo go and see my Bessie again
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends meIf I spring a leak, she mends meI don't have to speak, she defends meA drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
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