Cripple Creek

I got a gal at the head of the creek
Go up to see her 'bout the middle of the week
Kiss her on the mouth, just as sweet as any wine
Wraps herself around me like a sweet potato vine

Chorus
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in a run
Goin' up Cripple Creek to have a little fun
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in a whirl
Goin' up Cripple Creek to see my girl

Girls on the Cripple Creek 'bout half grown
Jump on a boy like a dog on a bone
Roll my britches up to my knees
I'll wade old Cripple Creek when I please

Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep
I'll wade old Cripple Creek a'fore I sleep
Roads are rocky and the hillside's muddy
And I'm so drunk that I can't stand steady