Well I married my wife on the month of June
Married her up in the light of the mood
Wailing down on Cripple Creek
We’ve been there about a week
Hey, I got a gal at the head of the creek,
An' I'm goin' up t' see her bout three times a week.
Kisses on the mouth jus' as sweet as any wine,
Wrap myself aroun' her like a sweet potato vine.
I got a gal, an' she loves me,
She's as sweet as she can be.
She's got eyes, of baby blue,
An' her love, fer me is true.
Now the girls up Cripple Creek, ‘bout half grown,
Jump on a boy, like a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches, up to my knees,
An' wade ol' Cripple Creek, when I please.
Cripple Creek's wide, an' Cripple Creek's deep,
Gonna wade ol' Cripple Creek, ‘fore I sleep.
Hills are steep, an' the roads are muddy,
An' I'm so drunk, I can't stan' steady.