Mississippi Mud Lyrics
Mississippi Mud - Dinah Shore/Harry Barris
Written by：Dinah Shore
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
Lordly how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
Lordly 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
What a dance do they do
Lordly how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
Beat on me beat
They just clapping their hand
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud