Mississippi Mud

Lyrics

When the sun goes down, the tide goes out The people gather round and they all begin to shout Hey, hey, uncle Dud It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud Treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud What a dance do they do Lordy, how I'm telling you They don't need no band They keep time clapping their hands Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud Lordy, how they play it Goodness, how they sway it Uncle Joe, uncle Jim They pound that mire with vigor and vim Joy, that music thrills me Boy, it nearly kills me What a show when they go Beat it up either fast or slow Joy, that music thrills me Boy, it nearly kills me What a show when they go Beatin' it up either fast or slow When the sun goes down, and the tide goes out The folks they gather round and all begin to shout Hey, hey, uncle Dud It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud Treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud What a dance do they do Lordy, how I'm telling you They don't need no band They keep time by clapping their hands Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud When they come and beat their feet on the Mississippi mud