what a morning was dancing

slanted across the water

tugged in her own heart

of a poor man's daughter

the mud felt so cool

from a toes up to a knees

said a word singing up in a trees

she tries to save the moment but the moment in was gone

now she gets to find herself a old sweet song

mississipi mud

mississipi mud

don't you get stuck in that mississipi mud heard a young man playing on a tool from back in time

on a recipe so wide

and it sounded all right

he was singing bottle two joints

a little country stores

playing with that feeling oh' we all heard before

and you know it sounded sweet

underneath the tangerine sky

but he never even noticed the world he'd passing by

mississipi mud

mississipi mud

don't you get stuck in that mississipi mud keep it in your soul

feel it in your blood but don't you get stuck in that mississipi mud,that mississipi mud that mud feels soft, that mud feels smooth

but stay too long and you can't move, you can't move, you can't move jukebox in a jackyards

down band the levy

with the hundreds forty fives

also heavy

like a demon like goes feel dawn

with the holy ghost

who want it down from memphis to the golf coast

but you wanna hear any music if you drop a corder rain

the grooves were out and there is nothing left to spend

mississipi mud

mississipi mud

don't you get stuck in that mississipi mud keep it in your soul

feel it in your blood but don't you get stuck in that mississipi mud,that mississipi mud

but don't you get stuck in that mississipi mud,that mississipi mud