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