Cripple Creek Painting Lyrics

CRIPPLE CREEK

 

Verse: I gotta gal and she loves me,

She's as sweet as she can be,

She's got eyes of baby blue,

Make's my gun shoot straight and true.

 

Chorus: Goin’ up Cripple Creek, goin’ in a whirl,

Goin’ up Cripple Creek, to see my girl.  

Goin' up Cripple Creek goin' in a run

Goin' up Cripple Creek to have some fun.

 

Verse: My gal lives at the head of the creek,

I go up to see her ‘bout twice a week.

She’s got kisses sweet as any wine,

wraps herself ‘round me like a sweet pertater vine.

 

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Verse: Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep,

I'll wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep

Roll my britches to my knees

I'll wade old Cripple Creek when I please.


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