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