Sugar Creek Tickle

Trippin’ along with Company B.
Morning crossed o’re the Mississippi
Well the river is tame in the winter time
Sugar Creek Camp is down the line.
February in forty six,
Well, we left Nauvoo in an awful fix

Sugar Creek Tickle, Sugar Creek Tickle.
Grab your gal and stamp your feet.
This bouncin’ dance just can’t be beat.
Hold your honey then spin her around.
Laugh and sing. Make a happy sound.

Times were bitter. We felt the cold.
West keep callin’ but the winter is old.
And the storms were raw in April and May,
Kept us huddled up another day.
Tears were flowin’ then Brigham said,
“Dance the Sugar Creek Tickle and get out of bed.”

Sugar Creek Tickle, Sugar Creek Tickle.
Grab your gal and stamp your feet.
This bouncin’ dance just can’t be beat.
Hold your honey then spin her around.
Laugh and sing. Make a happy sound.

Cattle start pulling in the early light.
To make twelve miles is a mighty fight.
Council Bluffs on the Missouri
Is temporary quarters for you and me.
We’ll fire up the kettle, and we’ll lift our heals.
We’ll dance the Sugar Creek Tickle.
Oh, you know how it feels.

Sugar Creek Tickle, Sugar Creek Tickle.
Grab your gal and stamp your feet
This bouncin’ dance just can’t be beat.
Hold your honey then spin her around.
Laugh and sing. Make a happy sound.