BUFFY SAINTE-MARIE: Red,
do you what this is?
This is a mouth bow.
Mouth bows have been made by
people all over the world for
thousands of years.
It's one of all the oldest
musical instruments in the
whole world.
It's like a drum, it's found
all over the world.
If you want one, you've got
to make it yourself.
I had to make this one.
This is what this sounds like.
[TWANGING]
(SINGING) Hey, I got a gal at
the head of the creek, and I'm
going up to see her about
two times a week.
Kiss her on the mouth just
sweet as any wine, wrap
herself around me like
a sweet potato vine.
I'm going up to Cripple Creek,
going at a run, going up to
Cripple Creek to have
a little fun.
Going up to Cripple Creek.
Going in a whirl.
Going up to Cripple Creek
to see my girl.
Now the girls up at Cripple
Creek are 'bout half grown,
jump on a boy like
a dog on a bone.
Roll my britches up to my knees,
wade out Cripple Creek
whenever I please.
I'm going up to Cripple Creek,
going in a run, going up to
Cripple Creek to have
a little fun.
Going up to Cripple Creek,
going in a whirl.
Going up to Cripple Creek
to see my girl.
Now Cripple Creek is wide and
the Cripple Creek's deep, I'll
wade old Cripple Creek
before I sleep.
Hills are steep and the road
are muddy, and I'm not so
dizzy that I can't
stand steady.
I'm going up to Cripple Creek,
going in a run, going up to
Cripple Creek to have
a little fun.
Going up to Cripple Creek, going
in a whirl, I'm going up
to Cripple Creek
to see my girl.
Make of that, Red?
[NEIGHING]
Not bad, huh?
I like you, too.
