K:A [A]I've got a girl and [D]she loves [A]me, [A]She's as sweet as [E]she can [A]be; [A]She's got eyes of [D]baby [A]blue, [A]Makes my gun shoot [E]straight and [A]true. Chorus: [A]Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' on the run, [A]Goin' up Cripple Creek to [E]have a little [A]fun. [A]Goin' up Cripple Creek, goin' in a whirl, [A]Goin' up Cripple Creek to [E]see my [A]girl. [A]I got a gal at the [D]head of the [A]creek, [A]goin' up to see her 'bout the [E]middle of the [A]week; [A]Gals up Cripple Creek are [D]only half [A]grown, [A]jump on a man like a [E]dog on a [A]bone. (Chorus) [A]Cripple Creek's wide and [D]Cripple Creek's [A]deep, [A]I'll wade ol' Cripple Creek be-[E]fore I [A]sleep; [A]Roll my britches [D]to my [A]knees, [A]I'll wade old Cripple Creek when-[E]ever I [A]please. (Chorus) [A]I went down to [D]Cripple [A]Creek, [A]to see what them girls [E]had to [A]eat; [A]I got drunk and [D]fell against the [A]wall, [A]old corn likker was the [E]cause of it [A]all. (Chorus)