| lyric | 1. I got a gal at the head of the creek,
Goin’ up to see her ’bout the middle of the week,
Kiss her onthemouth, just as sweet as any wine,
Wraps herself aroound me like a sweet-potato vine.
Chorus:
Goin’ up Curpple Creek, goin’ in a run,
Goin’ up Curpple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin’ up Curpple Creek, goin’ in a whirl,
Goin’ up Curpple Creek to see my girl.
2. Girls on Cripple Creek about half grown,
Jump on a boy like a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches up to my knees,
I’ll wade old Cripple Creek when I please.
3. Cripple Creek’s wide and Cripple Creek’s deep,
I’ll wade old Cripple Creek afore I sleep,
Roads are rocky and the hillside’s muddy
And I’m so drunk that I can’t stand steady. |