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
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 a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Good luck had just stung me
To the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win
And I bet on another to show
Odds were in my favor
I had 'em five to one
And that nag to win came around the track
Sure enough we had won
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
I took up all of my winnings
And I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face
Just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world
I sure would like to see
That's when that little love of mine
Dips her doughnut in my tea
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 that just gave my heart a throb
To the bottom of my feet
And I swore and I took another pull
My Bessie can't be beat
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
Tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm kinda tempted
To go and see my Bessie again
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
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
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 a leak, she mends me
I don't have to speak, she defends me
A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one
Good luck had just stung me
To the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win
And I bet on another to show
Odds were in my favor
I had 'em five to one
And that nag to win came around the track
Sure enough we had won
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
I took up all of my winnings
And I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face
Just for a laugh
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world
I sure would like to see
That's when that little love of mine
Dips her doughnut in my tea
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 that just gave my heart a throb
To the bottom of my feet
And I swore and I took another pull
My Bessie can't be beat
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
Tell her I'll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I'm kinda tempted
To go and see my Bessie again
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
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Up on Cripple Creek Lyrics as written by Robbie Robertson
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What sets the group, as a whole, apart from many others though is that they repeatedly defy quantification. It's virtually impossible to tie down their music, or even individual songs, to any one genre of school of influence. Cripple Creek, for example, is essentially a folk song bordering on bluegrass- Flatt and Scruggs could easily pick this on banjo and six-string and it would be wonderful. The lyrics are very much in that vein- they're pretty straight forward in the story, littered with colloquialisms, and on the whole very simple (ie. the singer is a traveling man- probably a salesman, trucker, riverboat man- who is an alcoholic and who has a definite contempt for the hectic world around him. His solace comes in the form of a Louisiana woman he befriended- Bessie). What makes the song more difficult to define is the mishmash of styles that come into play during the orchestration. You have Robertson and Danko playing a very folksy/river music rhythm, Manuel's piano is definitely blues, and Helm adds a a very interesting back beat that he believed made it more "danceable". The real monkey wrench in the idea of "theory", though, comes from Hudson and his Clavinet. He mainly plays it in verses and it adds this very odd funky feel to the music that most people would identify more with, say, the work of Stevie Wonder several years later. For the choruses he shifts to the mellow organ- not dressed up, just steady and cool, which offers a reprieve and a sense of serenity (which is appropriate based on the lyrics).
So, the bottom line is you have a Southern folk song fused with Motown/Funk, and a groovy (there really is no other word for it) beat. The bottom line of this being that, regardless of their influences, the Band encompassed the entirety of the American music experience, and probably more so than any other group. Not only did they refuse to stick to a single genre on the whole, they would often change styles in the middle of a single song. I think this is what allowed them to be so endearingly popular with people from all cultures and genres. Even Roger Waters from Pink Floyd has been quoted as saying that during the Post-Barrett, Pre-Dark Side period one of the albums played most while the band was at work was Music from Big Pink.
I suppose this ended up being a bit off topic and for that I apologize- and no, I'm not entirely sure what the doughnut line means, but I prefer not to dissect it too much.
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It provides interesting info about the history of yodelling and early American guitar.
P.S. The Band's southern influences mostly emanate from Levon Helm (the drummer whose voice is incredible -- sings on this song actually). He's the only member of the Band actually from the south. The rest are from Canada, though they were all incredibly interested in exploring the rural south sounds/vibes in their music.
Does anyone know the meaning of the line "Now there's one thing in the whole wide world, I sure would like to see, that's when that little love of mine, dips her doughnut in my tea". Does he mean he likes it because she bends over and he can see her cleavage?
that is exactly why i looked up this song! i see no-one has offered a meaning for that particular line in some time. oh well, i'll keep looking here.
The whole song is kind of quirky and endearing that way! :-)
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It's just a great song! They never make sense. If they did, they'd be boring.