Cripple Creek
Hey, G#I got a gal at the C#head of the G#creek,
Goin' up to see her about Ebtwo times a G#week.
Kiss her on the mouth, C#sweet as any G#wine,
Wrap herself around me like a Ebsweet potato G#vine.
G#Goin up Cripple Creek, C#goin on a G#run,
goin up Cripple Creek to Ebhave a little G#fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, C#goin in a G#whirl,
goin up Cripple Creek to Ebsee my G#girl.
Now the girls up Cripple Creek, about half-grown,
jump on a boy like a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches up to my knees,
wade ol Cripple Creek whenever I please.
Now, Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep,
wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep.
Hills are steep and the roads are muddy,
and I'm so dizzy that I can't stand steady