paroles de chanson 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