A música Up on Cripple Creek foi composta por Robbie Robertson, sendo famosa na performance do grupo The Band. Esta música destaca-se por sua narrativa e estilo único, combinando elementos de rock, country e folk. A história da música gira em torno de uma série de aventuras narradas pelo vocalista, referenciando diversos locais dos Estados Unidos e destacando a relação com a personagem Bessie. A canção é conhecida por seu groove distinto de bater ... Ver mais [+] ia e pelos vocais peculiares de Levon Helm.
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When I get off of this mountain, you know where I want to go?
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Straight down the Mississippi River to the Gulf of Mexico.
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To Lake Charles, Louisianna, little Bessie, a girl who I once knew.
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She told me just to come on by if there's anything that she could do.
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me.
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If I spring a leak, she mends me.
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I don't have to speak, she defends me.
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
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Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go.
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She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show.
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The odds were in my favor, I had them five to one.
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That nag to win came around the track, sure enough she had won.
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me.
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If I spring a leak, she mends me.
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I don't have to speak, she defends me.
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
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I took up all of my winnings and I gave little Bessie half.
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She tore it up and threw it in my face just for a laugh.
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And there's one thing in the whole wide world I sure would like to see.
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that's when that little love of mine dips her doughnut in my tea.
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me.
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If I spring a leak, she mends me.
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
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Me and my mate we were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box.
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She says, "I can't take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk."
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Now that just gave my heart a throb to the bottom of my feet.
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And I swore as I took another pull, my Bessie can't be beat.
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Up on Cripple Creek, she sends me.
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If I spring a leak, she mends me.
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A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one.
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There's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold.
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And this living on the road is getting pretty old.
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So I guess I'll call up my big mama, tell her I'll be rolling in.