The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

CRIPPLE CREEK

I GOT A GIRL AT THE HEAD OF THE CREEK AND I'M GOIN' TO
SEE HER IN ABOUT TWO WEEKS. I'LL KISS HER ON THE MOUTH JUST AS
SWEET AS ANY WINE, SHE'LL WRAP HERSELF AROUND ME LIKE A TATER ON A
VINE. I'M GOIN' UP TO CRIPPLE CREEK, GOIN' AT A RUN, I'M GOIN' UP
TO CRIPPLE CREEK TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN. I'M GOIN' UP TO CRIPPLE
CREEK, GOIN' ON A WHIRL, I'M GOIN' UP TO CRIPPLE CREEK TO SEE MY
GIRL.
THEY JUMP ON A BOY LIKE A DOG ON A BONE. I'LL ROLL MY BRITCHES UP
TO MY KNEES, AND WADE UP TO CRIPPLE CREEK WHENEVER I PLEASE. (CHORUS)
NOW CRIPPLE CREEK'S WIDE AND CRIPPLE CREEK'S DEEP, I'LL WADE OLD
CRIPPLE CREEK BEFORE I SLEEP. THE HILLS ARE STEEP AND THE ROAD IS
MUDDY, AND I'M SO DRUNK I CAN'T STAND STEADY. (CHORUS)

Submitter comment: THIS SONG IS PROBABLY A SOUTHERN SONG AS THE STYLE OF MUSIC
WOULD INDICATE.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; HARPER WOODS

Date learned: CA03001974