Genre: folk
I got a gal at the head of the creek
Go up to see her 'bout the middle of the week
Kiss her on the mouth just as sweet as any-- wine
Wraps herself around me like a sweet potato- vine
Goin up to Cripple Creek, goin on a run
Goin up to Cripple Creek to have a little fun
Goin up to Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl
Goin up to Cripple Creek to see my girl
Girls on Cripple Creek about half grown
Jump on a boy like a dog on a- bone
Roll my britches up to my knees
Wade old Cripple Creek when I please
Goin up to Cripple Creek, goin on a run
Goin up to Cripple Creek to have a little fun
Goin up to Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl
Goin up to Cripple Creek to see my girl
Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep
Wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep
Roads are rocky and the hill side's muddy
and I'm so drunk that I can't stand steady
Goin up to Cripple Creek, goin on a run
Goin up to Cripple Creek to have a little fun
Goin up to Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl
Goin up to Cripple Creek to see my girl