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When the sun goes down, the tide goes out
The people gather round and they all begin to shout
Hey, hey, Uncle Bud, 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 you think, dear?
Lordy, how I'm telling you, they don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a tide
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud
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Lordy, how they play it
Goodness, how they sway it
Don't judge us as him
How they pound the mar with vigor and vim
Joy, that music thrills me
Boy, it nearly kills me
What a show when they go
Say, they beat it off beatin' fast and slow
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What a dance, do they do
Lordy, lordy, lordy, how I'm telling you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
When the people beat their feet
Once again now I repeat
When the people beat their feet
On that Mississippi Mud
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