When I get off of this mountain,
you know where I want to go?
Straight down the Mississippi river,
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
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 took up all of my winnings,
and I gave my little Bessie half
She tore it up and threw it in my face,
Now there's one thing in the whole wide world
That's when that little love 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,
And I swore as I took another pull,
Now there's a flood out in California
and up north it's freezing cold
And this living on the road
So I guess I'll call up my big mama,
tell her I'll be rolling in
to go and see my Bessie again
