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When | I get off of this mountain |
D | |
You kn | ow where I wanna go |
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Straight down the Mississippi River |
E7 | |
To the G | ulf of Mexico |
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To L | ake George, Louisiana |
D | |
Little B | essie, girl I once knew |
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And she t | old me just to come on by |
E7 | |
If there's | anything she could do |
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
D |
If I spring a leak, she mends me |
E7 |
I don't have to speak, she defends me |
F#m | G | |
A dr | unkard's dream if I | ever did see one |
A | |
G | ood luck had just stung me |
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To the r | ace track I did go |
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She bet on one horse to win |
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And I b | et on another to show |
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The | odds were in my favor |
D | |
I h | ad him five to one |
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And that nag to win came around the track |
E7 | |
S | ure enough we had won |
A |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
D |
If I spring a leak, she mends me |
E7 |
I don't have to speak, she defends me |
F#m | G | |
A dr | unkard's dream if I | ever did see one |
A | |
I t | ook up all of my winnings |
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And I g | ave my little Bessie half |
E7 |
And she tore it up and blew it in my face |
E7 | |
J | ust for a laugh |
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Now th | ere's one thing in the whole wide world |
D |
I sure would like to see |
That's when that little love of mine |
Dips her d | oughnut in my tea |
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
D |
If I spring a leak, she mends me |
E7 |
I don't have to speak, she defends me |
F#m | G | |
A dr | unkard's dream if I | ever did see one |
A | |
Now m | e and my mate were back at the shack |
D | |
We had Sp | ike Jones on the box |
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She said, "I can't take the way he sings |
E7 | |
But I l | ove to hear him talk" |
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Now th | at just gave my heart a throb |
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To the b | ottom of my feet |
A |
And I swore as I took another pull |
E7 | |
My B | essie can't be beat |
A |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
D |
If I spring a leak, she mends me |
E7 |
don't have to speak, she defends me |
F#m | G | |
A dr | unkard's dream if I | ever did see one |
A | D | A | D | |
L | o lo wh | o. L | o-di-lo-di-lo-di wh | o |
A | D | A | D | |
L | o lo wh | o. L | o-di-lo-di-lo-di wh | o |
A | |
There's a fl | ood out in California |
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And up n | orth it's freezing cold |
A |
And this living off the road |
E7 | |
Is g | etting pretty old |
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So I g | uess I'll call up my big mama |
D | |
Tell her | I'll be rolling in |
A | |
But you kn | ow, deep down, I'm kinda tempted |
E7 | |
To g | o and see my Bessie again |
A |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me |
D |
If I spring a leak, she mends me |
E7 |
I don't have to speak, she defends me |
F#m | G | |
A dr | unkard's dream if I | ever did see one |
A | D | A | D | |
L | o lo wh | o. L | o-di-lo-di-lo-di wh | o |
A | D | A | D | |
L | o lo wh | o. L | o-di-lo-di-lo-di wh | o |