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When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out

and 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

glory how I'm tellin' you

they don't need no band

they keep time by clappin' their hands

just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud

it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud

it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud