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Up On Cripple Creek The Band Up on Cripple Creek The Band 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 George, Louisiana Little Bessie, girl Cripple Creek Buffy Sainte-Marie Hey, I got a girl at the head of the creek Goin up to see her about 2 times a week Kiss her on the mouth, sweet as any wine Wrap herself around me like a sweet potato vine Goin up Cripple Creek, goin on Cripple Creek The Monkees 1: Well I married a wife in the month of June, Married her up by the light of the moon. We live down on Cripple Creek. We've been there about a week. Up on Cripple Creek (Live at LA Forum, Inglewood, CA - February 1974) Bob Dylan, The Band me just to come on by If there's anything 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 Up On Cripple Creek Bob Dylan to come on by If there's anything she could do [Chorus] 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 CRIPPLE CREEK FERRY Neil Young CRIPPLE CREEK FERRY Hey, hey Cripple Creek ferry Butting through the overhanging trees Make way for the Cripple Creek ferry The waters going down it's a mighty tight squeeze. Contest Coming (Cripple Creek) Michelle Shocked Sybil sits in a rocking chair Chewing tobacco and spitting out cares Sound of a fiddle floating thru the air From the Jones boy across the holler From the Jones boy across the way Backwoods folks Hillbilly Shoes Montgomery Gentry I was there when the men came, and told us all the news Father forgive them for they know not what they do Till they walk a while, a country mile In my hillbilly shoes You want to judge me by the whiskey Family Reunion The Oak Ridge Boys Mama taught us how to sing in harmony Grandma used to stomp her foot and slap her knee I can still hear daddy singin' Down by the old mill stream When uncle Jim played the fiddle You could hear it talk Cripple Crow Devendra Banhart "When they come from the over the mountain Yeah we'll run we'll run right around them We've got no guns no we don't have any weapons Just our corn and the children The dust runs, the dark clouds, but not Family Reunion David Allan Coe MAMA TAUGHT US HOW TO SING IN HARMONY GRANDMA USED TO STOMP HER FOOT AND SLAP HER KNEE I CAN STILL HEAR DADDY SING DOWN BY THE OLD MILL STREAM WHEN UNCLE JIM PLAYED THE FIDDLE YOU COULD HEAR IT TALK Buffalo Creek American Minor The sky was as black as the water And you could choke on the breeze And the coal miner's daughters They were shouting from the trees Come on come on And stop staring like a dead man Come on come on Baby Catfish Boogie Tennessee Ernie Ford, The Billy Liebert Band "Woke up this morning 'bout half past four, Who'd i see tiptoeing across my floor, My everlovin' baby with a rod in her hand, Headin' for the creek called catfish land, She yelled at me and said get Regular Guy 2Gether Im the kinda guy a girl takes home to mom with pleated Khaki pants cologne thats the bomb sure smell purdy, purdy Shake her dads hand and look him in the eye And tell him straight up Im just a Lust (Feat. Creek) JayKo, Absent Markey Money now not a dream I Ksubi my jeans Everything started adding up I locked down my main cause she bad as fuck We started winning you mad as fuck You ain't doing shit buddy pack it up Pussy stop acting Greenwood Creek Doobie Brothers Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree See the woman, she's down on her knees She own some land, and a good crop she seeks Down along the banks of Greenwood Creek I can hear that southbound rollin Greenwood Creek The Doobie Brothers Smell the fragrance of the old pine tree See the woman, she's down on her knees She own some land, and a good crop she seeks Down along the banks of Greenwood Creek I can hear that southbound rollin' Carryin Purple Creek Angels Of Light Born to waste our time Dipping in blue ponds Let the others come Swim them through our world Born to waste our time Watching from your room Happiness has come Oh, burn your yellow spoon [Refrain] I know Dress Blues Zac Brown Band What can you see from your window I can't see anything from mine Flags on the side of the highway And scripture on grocery store signs Maybe eighteen was too early Maybe thirty or forty is too Did you Fall Creek Boys Choir James Blake, Bon Iver "All went in the fire, drowning in the sea. A red dawn, oh red font. Caught up in the sea. All went in the sea If only if only. If only if only. Hayloft Nickel Creek My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun It started with the hayloft a creakin' Yeah, it just started Fall Creek Boys Choir James Blake All went in the fire, drowning in the sea. A red dawn, oh red font. Caught up in the sea. All went in the sea If only if only. If only if only. Good Lord Willing Little Big Town Long about midnight up on Chigger Hill Making mischief in the moonlight Just looking for a thrill Then the lights were coming and they're flashing blue And the running and their gunning after you know Destination Nickel Creek You don\'t owe me one more minute of your wasted time you act like it\'s all fine but all the years I gave you thinking you knew that you wanted me I wanted to believe I\'ve gotta make a destination Creek Mary's Blood Nightwish Soon I will be here no more You'll hear the tale Through my blood Through my people And the eagle's cry The bear within will never lay to rest Wandering on Horizon Road Following the trail of tears White Fishin' in the Dark The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band "Lazy yellow moon comin' up tonight Shinin' through the trees Crickets are singin' and lightning bugs Are floatin' on the breeze Baby get ready Across the field where the creek Turns back by the ole Bitter Creek Eagles Once I was young and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek," (Bitter Creek) Out where the desert meets the sky Is Stole Rider Blues Blind Willie McTell She's a real kind mama looking for another man She ain't got nobody to hold her hand Way down yonder on Cripple Creek Hemp don't grow but sixteen feet Would go to bed but it ain't no use They pile up on Rest Of My Life Nickel Creek The battle is over Here we all lie In a dry sea of Solo cups With the sun in our eyes But it's one of those endings Where no one claps 'cause they're sure that there's more What a great way to start the Bar Band Luther Dickinson Underage, backstage Played our demo on the radio Staple gun, on the run Never been higher, hangin' up flyers We paid to play, sell us a six pack Or we steal your microphones and paint them black Seen '