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Well I married a wife in the month of June,
Married her up by the light of the moon.
We live down on Cripple Creek.
We've been there about a week.
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I spring
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by 
If there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
Louisiana
Little Bessie, a girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by
If there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by 
If there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
Little Bessie, girl that I once knew
And she told me just to come on by 
If there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
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
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
too much these boots can't do
Might even kick a little sense into you

Well I'm going up cripple creek going in a run
Going up cripple creek to have
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do

Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
And the cops on the Chesapeake
We traveled the Leadville Narrow Gauge
In the days of Cripple Creek; 

We drifted down through sunny Cal
On the rails
And the cops on the Chesapeake
We travelled the Leadville Narrow Gauge
In the days of Cripple Creek

We drifted down through sunny Cal
On the rails
Oughta take a little walk down by the creek
Love a growin' like a weed in the sunshine
Us in the shade of a tree in the summer time
Up in the sky above
and leave me bloody
Now I'm trippin 
My problems turn to battles
I'm up shit creek 
And guess what with out a paddle
6 years of age 
Is when I first got my
Wanted man in Mussel(?) Bay, wanted man in Cripple Creek
Wanted man in Detriot City, wanted man in San Anton'
But there's one place I'm not wanted lord,
he's up at day break
Him and Roy wadin' in Cotton Creek
That dog was like his brother
You see one, you see the other
Cut one, and both of them would
in the eye
And tell him Straight up im just a regular guy (ill have her home by 9 sir)

I'm a regular guy who stays out of trouble( let me get that
good,
Hittin switches while I'm throwin up the hood.
I never play the radio,
I buy underground from the mom-n-pappa sto'.
I cruise late night by
out in the country don’t make no plans
Grab a pretty girl, take her by the hand
Rockin’ out all night and roll back home
A little bit later on

Meet up
Oughta take a little walk down by the creek

Love a growin' like a weed in the sunshine
Us in the shade of a tree in the summer time
Up in the sky above
Well, I'm laid up on a creek-bank,
With a cold one in my hand
It's eighty-eight in the shade
I got the bait in an old tin can
An' ol' Blue's been
Mr. Cripple man, do you still feel your hands?
The light you never fill, she's waiting by the door.
While atoms play around, you sit here