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I got a gal at the head of the creek,
Goin' up t' see her 'bout the middle of the week.
Kisses on the mouth jus' sweet as any wine,
Wrap herself aroun' me like a sweet potato vine.
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Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' on a run,
Goin' up Cripple Creek, to have a little fun.
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in a whirl,
Goin' up Cripple Creek, to 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.
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Now the girls up Cripple Creek, about half grown,
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches up to my knees,
Wade ol' Cripple Creek whenever I please.
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Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep,
Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, 'fore I sleep.
Hills are steep, and the road is muddy,
And I'm so drunk I can't stand steady.
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Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep,
Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek 'fore I sleep.
Roll my britches to my knees,
Wade ol' Cripple Creek whenever I please.
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