Cripple Creek
Hey, C#I got a gal at the F#head of the C#creek,
Goin' up to see her about G#two times a C#week.
Kiss her on the mouth, F#sweet as any C#wine,
Wrap herself around me like a G#sweet potato C#vine.
C#Goin up Cripple Creek, F#goin on a C#run,
goin up Cripple Creek to G#have a little C#fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, F#goin in a C#whirl,
goin up Cripple Creek to G#see my C#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