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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