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 telling you

They don't need no band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing 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 telling you

They don't need no band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing 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 telling you

They don't need no band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing 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