Dinah Shore - Mississippi Mud lyrics

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 hand Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud, When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.