Mississippi Mud

Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?

No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there.

You would?

Well, I'll tell you what then, let us hop on a plane and went.

O-kay, I hear it's very nice.

It is, it is.

When the sun goes down

The tide goes out

The people gather 'round

And they all begin to shout.

What?

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.

And what a dance do they do

Lordy, how I'm tellin' you

Why, 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

There's Uncle George and cousin Jack

Look at those fools peckin' on their back.

What joy!

That music thrills me.

It do.

Boy, it nearly kills me

Sister Kate hollers, "Son!"

You sure get muddy

But, it's mighty good fun

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 don't?

They keep time by clappin' their hand

I see.

Just as happy as a cow

Chewing on a cud

When the people beat their feet

Yeah! Yeah!

And the people clap their hand

On the M I double S I double S I double P I mud.

An "A" for spelling.