Текст песни Cripple Creek - Rising Appalachia

Goin up to cripple creek
Goin on a run
Going up to cripple creek
To have a little fun
Going up to cripple creek
Going on a whirl
Going up to cripple creek
To see my girl
See my girl

I gotta gal at the head of the creek
Going 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
Sweet potato vine

Ill eat when I'm hungry, drink when I'm dry
Its a feeling much better
Ill sprout our wings and fly (?)
River was whisky, i was a dove
Dive to the bottom, i never come up
Never come up