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 Charles, Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told 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 one
Good luck had just stung me, to the race track I did go
She bet on one horse to win and I bet on another to show
The odds were in my favor, I had ‘em five to one
When that nag to win came around the track, sure enough we had won
I took up all of my winnings, and I gave my little Bessie half
And she tore it up and threw it in my face, just for a laugh
Now there’s one thing in the whole wide world, I sure do like to see
That’s how that little sweet thing of mine, dips her doughnut in my tea
Now me and my mate were back at the shack, we had Spike Jones on the box
She said, “I can’t take the way he sings, but I love to hear him talk”
Now that just gave my heart a throb, to the bottom of my feet
And I swore as I took another pull, my Bessie can t be beat
Now there’s a flood out in California and up north it’s freezing cold
And this living off the road is getting pretty old
So I guess I’ll call up my big mama, tell her I’ll be rolling in
But you know, deep down, I’m kind of tempted
To go and see my Bessie again.