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