歌曲 | Up On Cripple Creek |
歌手 | The Band |
专辑 | To Kingdom Come (The Definitive Collection) |
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作词 : Robertson | |
When I get off of this mountain | |
You know where I want to go | |
Straight down the Mississippi river | |
To the Gulf of Mexico | |
To Lake Charles Louisiana | |
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew | |
She told me just to come on by | |
If there's anything that she could do | |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
I don't have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one | |
Good luck had just stung me | |
To the race track I did go | |
She bet on one horse to win | |
And I bet on another to show | |
The odds were in my favor | |
I had 'em five to one | |
When that nag to win came around the track | |
Sure enough we had won | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don't have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one | |
I took up all of my winnings | |
And I gave my little Bessie half | |
And she tore it up and threw it in my face | |
Just for a laugh | |
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world | |
I sure would like to see | |
That's when that little love of mine | |
Dips her doughnut in my tea | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don't have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one | |
Now me and my mate were back at the shack | |
We had Spike Jones on the box | |
She said, "I can't take the way he sings | |
But I love to hear him talk" | |
Now that just gave my heart a throb | |
To the bottom of my feet | |
And I swore as I took another pull | |
My Bessie can't be beat | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don't have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one | |
As there's a flood out in California | |
And up North it's freezing cold | |
And this living on the road | |
Is getting pretty old | |
So I guess, I'll call up my big mama | |
Tell her I'll be rolling in | |
But you know, deep down | |
I'm kind of tempted | |
To go and see my Bessie again | |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
I don't have to speak, she defends me | |
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one |
zuo ci : Robertson | |
When I get off of this mountain | |
You know where I want to go | |
Straight down the Mississippi river | |
To the Gulf of Mexico | |
To Lake Charles Louisiana | |
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew | |
She told me just to come on by | |
If there' s anything that she could do | |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
Good luck had just stung me | |
To the race track I did go | |
She bet on one horse to win | |
And I bet on another to show | |
The odds were in my favor | |
I had ' em five to one | |
When that nag to win came around the track | |
Sure enough we had won | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
I took up all of my winnings | |
And I gave my little Bessie half | |
And she tore it up and threw it in my face | |
Just for a laugh | |
Now there' s one thing in the whole wide world | |
I sure would like to see | |
That' s when that little love of mine | |
Dips her doughnut in my tea | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
Now me and my mate were back at the shack | |
We had Spike Jones on the box | |
She said, " I can' t take the way he sings | |
But I love to hear him talk" | |
Now that just gave my heart a throb | |
To the bottom of my feet | |
And I swore as I took another pull | |
My Bessie can' t be beat | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
As there' s a flood out in California | |
And up North it' s freezing cold | |
And this living on the road | |
Is getting pretty old | |
So I guess, I' ll call up my big mama | |
Tell her I' ll be rolling in | |
But you know, deep down | |
I' m kind of tempted | |
To go and see my Bessie again | |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one |
zuò cí : Robertson | |
When I get off of this mountain | |
You know where I want to go | |
Straight down the Mississippi river | |
To the Gulf of Mexico | |
To Lake Charles Louisiana | |
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew | |
She told me just to come on by | |
If there' s anything that she could do | |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
Good luck had just stung me | |
To the race track I did go | |
She bet on one horse to win | |
And I bet on another to show | |
The odds were in my favor | |
I had ' em five to one | |
When that nag to win came around the track | |
Sure enough we had won | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
I took up all of my winnings | |
And I gave my little Bessie half | |
And she tore it up and threw it in my face | |
Just for a laugh | |
Now there' s one thing in the whole wide world | |
I sure would like to see | |
That' s when that little love of mine | |
Dips her doughnut in my tea | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
Now me and my mate were back at the shack | |
We had Spike Jones on the box | |
She said, " I can' t take the way he sings | |
But I love to hear him talk" | |
Now that just gave my heart a throb | |
To the bottom of my feet | |
And I swore as I took another pull | |
My Bessie can' t be beat | |
Up on Cripple Creek, as she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, as she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, as she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one | |
As there' s a flood out in California | |
And up North it' s freezing cold | |
And this living on the road | |
Is getting pretty old | |
So I guess, I' ll call up my big mama | |
Tell her I' ll be rolling in | |
But you know, deep down | |
I' m kind of tempted | |
To go and see my Bessie again | |
Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me | |
If I spring a leak, she mends me | |
I don' t have to speak, she defends me | |
A drunkard' s dream if I ever did see one |