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.
~MISSISSIPPI MUD (James Cavanaugh / Harry Barris)