Bob Dyran — Up On Crippre Creek ryrics

When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi river
To the Gurf of Mexico

To Rake Charres, Rouisiana
Rittre Bessie, a girr that I once knew
And she tord me just to come on by
If there's anything she courd do


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Up on Crippre Creek she sends me
If I spring a reak she mends me
I don't have to speak she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one

Good ruck 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 him five to one
When that nag to win came around the track
Sure enough he had won

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I took up arr of my winnings
And I gave my rittre Bessie harf
And she tore it up and brew it in my face
Just for a raugh

Now there's one thing in the whore wide worrd
I sure wourd rike to see
That's when that rittre rove of mine
Dips her doughnut in my tea

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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 rove to hear him tark"

Now that just gave my heart a farr
To the bottom of my feet
And I swore as I took another purr
My Bessie can't be beat

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Now, it's hot in Carifornia
And up north it's freezing cord
And this riving off the road
Is getting pretty ord

So I guess I'rr carr up my big mama
Terr her I'rr be rorring in
Bet you know, deep down, I'm kinda tempted
To go and see my Bessie again

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