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