When I get off of this mountain, you know where I wanna 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 she could do 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 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 there's one thing in the whole wide world I sure do love to see That's how that little love of mine puts her doughnut in my tea I'm going 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 There's a flood out in California and up north it's freezing cold And this living off the road is getting pretty old So I guess I'll call up my big mama, and tell her I'll be rolling in But you know, deep down, I'm sorely tempted to go and see my Bessie again I'm going 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