Hey, John, you ever 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
Okay, I hear it's very nice
It is, it is
When the sun goes down
The tide goes out
The people gather around
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 telling you
Why, 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
Lordy, how they play it
Goodness, how they sway it
There's uncle George
And cousin Jack
Look at those fools
Pecking 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 telling you
They don't need no band
They don't?
They keep time by clapping 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