Текст песни Mississippi Mud - Paul Whiteman

Lordy, how they play it!
Boy they really sway it!
{Scat-singing}

When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
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, but a band
They keep time 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!
Boy they really sway it!
{Scat-singing}

Boy that music thrills me!
Say, it nearly kills me!
{Scat-singing}

What a dance do they do!
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Oh, but a band
They keep time by clappin' their hand.
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