Текст песни Mississippi Mud - Eydie Gormé
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.
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.
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