Lyrics Mississipi Mud - Ray Charles and His Orchestra
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
It's
a
treat
to
beat
your
feet
on
the
Mississippi
Mud
What
a
dance
do
they
do!
Lordy,
how
I'm
tellin'
you...
They
don't
need
no
band...
They
keep
time
by
clappin'
their
hands...
Just
as
happy
as
a
cow
chewin'
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
How
they
pound
the
mire
with
vigor
and
vim!
Joy!
that
music
thrills
me!
Boy!
it
nearly
kills
me!
What
a
show
when
they
go!
Say!
they
beat
it
up
either
fast
or
slow
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
It's
a
treat
to
beat
your
feet
on
the
Mississippi
Mud
What
a
dance
do
they
do!
Lordy,
how
I'm
tellin'
you...
They
don't
need
no
band...
They
keep
time
by
clappin'
their
hand
Just
as
happy
as
a
cow
chewin'
on
a
cud
When
the
people
beat
their
feet
on
the
Mississippi
Mud
Oh,
good
Joe,
good
Jim
How
they
pound
the
mire
with
vigor
and
vim!
What
a
show
when
they
go!
Say!
they
beat
it
up
either
fast
or
slow
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
It's
a
treat
to
beat
your
feet
on
the
Mississippi
Mud
What
a
dance
do
they
do!
Lordy,
how
I'm
tellin'
you...
They
don't
need
no
band...
They
keep
time
by
clappin'
their
hand
Just
as
happy
as
a
cow
chewin'
on
a
cud
When
the
people
beat
their
feet
on
the
Mississippi
Mud
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