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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Band
Performer
Robbie Robertson
Guitar
Garth Hudson
Organ
John Simon
Music Director
Levon Helm
Drums
Richard Manuel
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Robertson
Songwriter
John Simon
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Robbie Robertson
Producer
Andy Bloch
Additional Engineer
Bradley Hartman
Additional Engineer
Dennis Mays
Additional Engineer
Donovan Cowart
Additional Engineer
Jerry Stroud
Additional Engineer
Patrick McDougal
Editing Engineer
Paul Sandweiss
Additional Engineer
Ray Thompson
Additional Engineer
Stuart Taylor
Additional Engineer
Terry Davidson
Additional Engineer
Wray Smallwood
Additional Engineer
Dana Latham
Assistant Engineer
Rick Ash
Assistant Engineer
Ed Anderson
Mixing Engineer
Elloit Mazer
Recording Engineer
Neil Brody
Recording Engineer
Terry Becker
Recording Engineer
Tim Kramer
Recording Engineer
Wayner Neuendorf
Recording Engineer
John Simon
Co-Producer
Rob Fraboni
Co-Producer
Larry Samuels
Executive Producer
Baker Bigsby
Mixing Engineer
Steve Hall
Mastering Engineer
Jeremy Zatkin
Mixing Engineer
Tony Bustos
Mixing Engineer
Bill Graham
Producer
Lyrics
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I want to go
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
Little Bessie, girl I once knew
She told me just to come on by
If there's anything that 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
The 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, hee, hee
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 as 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
No, no, ooh
Loddle-loddle-ooh
No, loddle-loddle-ooh
Loddle-loddle-ooh
There's a flood out in California
And up North, it's freezing cold
And this living on the road
Is getting pretty old
So I guess, I'll call up my big mama
Tell her I'll be rollin' 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
No, no, ooh
Loddle-loddle-ooh
No, loddle-loddle-ooh
Loddle-loddle-ooh
No, no, ooh
Loddle-loddle-ooh
Loddle-loddle-ooh
Loddle-loddle-ooh
Writer(s): Robbie Robertson
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