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Cripple Creek (Kentucky, traditional) Hey, I got a gal, At the head of the creek, An' I'm goin' up t' see her, 'Bout three times a week. Kisses on the mouth, Jus' as sweet as any wine, Wrap myself aroun' her, Like a sweet potato vine. chorus: Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' on a run, Goin' up Cripple Creek, T' have some fun. Goin' up Cripple Creek, Goin' in a whirl, Goin' up Cripple Creek, T' see my girl. I got a gal, An' she loves me, She's as sweet As she can be. She's got eyes, Of baby blue, An' her love, Fer me is true. chorus: Now the girls up Cripple Creek, 'Bout half grown, Jump on a boy, Like a dog on a bone. Roll my britches, Up to my knees, An' wade ol' Cripple Creek, When I please. chorus: Cripple Creek's wide, An' Cripple Creek's deep, Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, 'Fore I sleep. Hills are steep, An' the road is muddy, An' I'm so drunk, I can't stan' steady. chorus: Cripple Creek's wide, An' Cripple Creek's deep, Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, 'Fore I sleep. Roll my britches, To my knees, 'An wade ol' Cripple Creek, When I please. chorus: Drive in a buggy, That's for me, Watch the wheels roll, Merrily. Through the mud. An' over the stones, Buckin' horses, Break good bones. chorus: I went down, To Cripple Creek, To see what them gals, Had to eat. Got so drunk, I fell against the wall, Ol' corn likker, Was the cause of it all. chorus I went down, To Cripple Creek, To see what them gals, Had to eat. What they cooked, I couldn't eat at all, Harder than, A brick in the wall. chorus: DCDownload the song in PDF format for printout etc.