Mississippi Mud

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, the music thrills me
Boy, it nearly kills me
What a show, when they go
Say they beat up either fast or slow

When the sun goes down, the tide goes out
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout
Say, "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

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

When the people beat their feet
When the people beat their feet
On the Mississippi mud