Bob Dylan Before The Flood Up On Cripple Creek up on cripple creek 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, a girl that i once knew And 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 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 {refrain} I took up all of my winnings And i gave my little bessie half And she tore it up and blew 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 fall To the bottom of my feet And i swore as i took another pull My bessie can't be beat {refrain} Now, it's hot in california And up north it's freezing cold And this living off the road Is getting pretty old So i guess i'll call up my big mama Tell her i'll be rolling in Bet you know, deep down, i'm kinda tempted To go and see my bessie again {refrain} |
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