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 that mire with vigor and vim

Joy, that music thrills me

Boy, it nearly kills me

What a show when they go

How 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 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[Bridge]

Oh, Uncle Joe, uncle Jim

How they pound that mire with vigor and vim

What a show when they go

How 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 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