| Song | Up On Cripple Creek - Live |
| Artist | Bob Dylan & The Band |
| Album | Before The Flood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Robbie Robertson Music:Robbie Robertson | |
| When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go? | |
| Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico | |
| To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew | |
| She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do | |
| Refrain: | |
| 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 | |
| The odds were in my favor, I had 'em five to one | |
| When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won | |
| (refrain) | |
| 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 | |
| (refrain) | |
| 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 | |
| (refrain) | |
| Now there's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold | |
| And this living on 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 kind of tempted | |
| To go and see my Bessie again. | |
| (refrain) |
| Lyrics: Robbie Robertson Music: Robbie Robertson | |
| When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go? | |
| Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico | |
| To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew | |
| She told me just to come on by, if there' s anything she could do | |
| Refrain: | |
| 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 | |
| The odds were in my favor, I had ' em five to one | |
| When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won | |
| refrain | |
| 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 | |
| refrain | |
| 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 | |
| refrain | |
| Now there' s a flood out in California and up north it' s freezing cold | |
| And this living on 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 kind of tempted | |
| To go and see my Bessie again. | |
| refrain |
| Lyrics: Robbie Robertson Music: Robbie Robertson | |
| When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go? | |
| Straight down the Mississippi river, to the Gulf of Mexico | |
| To Lake Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew | |
| She told me just to come on by, if there' s anything she could do | |
| Refrain: | |
| 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 | |
| The odds were in my favor, I had ' em five to one | |
| When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won | |
| refrain | |
| 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 | |
| refrain | |
| 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 | |
| refrain | |
| Now there' s a flood out in California and up north it' s freezing cold | |
| And this living on 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 kind of tempted | |
| To go and see my Bessie again. | |
| refrain |