I got a gal at the head of the creek,
Go up to see her
'bout the middle of the week,
Kiss her on the mouth,
just as sweet as any wine,
Wraps herself around me
like a sweet potato vine.

Chorus:
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in a run,
Goin' up Cripple Creek to have a little fun.
Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in a whirl,
Goin' up Cripple Creek to see my girl.

Cripple Creek's wide and
Cripple Creek's deep,
I'll wade old Cripple Creek before I sleep.
Roll my britches to my knees,
I wade old Cripple Creek when I please.