Written by Buffy Sainte-Marie/Traditional
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Hey, I got a girl at the head of the creek,
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goin? up to see her about two times a week.
Kiss her on the mouth, sweet as any wine,
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wrap herself around me like a sweet potato vine.
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Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run,
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goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl,
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goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl.
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Now the girls up Cripple Creek, about half-grown,
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jump on a boy like a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches up to my knees,
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wade ol Cripple Creek whenever I please.
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Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run,
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goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl,
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goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl.
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Now, Cripple Creek's wide and Cripple Creek's deep,
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wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep.
Hills are steep and the roads are muddy,
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and I'm so dizzy that I can't stand steady, I'm
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Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on a run,
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goin up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin up Cripple Creek, goin in a whirl,
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goin up Cripple Creek to see my little girl.
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