Lyrics Mississippi Mud - Paul Whiteman

Lordy, how they play you
Lord they really sway you
Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

When the sun goes down
The tide goes out
The darkies gather 'round and they all begin to shout-
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud!"

What a dance do they do
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Oh, what a band
They can have by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi mud

Lordy, how they play it
Lord, they really sway it

Lord, that music thrills me
Say, it nearly kills me
Da-da-da-da-da

What a dance do they do
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Oh, what a band
They can have by clappin' their
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi mud

Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi mud