Bobby:
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Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?
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Johnny:
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No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there.
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Bobby:
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You would?
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Well, I¡¯ll tell you what then, let us hop on a plane and went.
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Johnny:
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O-kay, I hear it¡¯s very nice.
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Bobby:
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It is, it is.
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Johnny:
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When the sun goes down
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The tide goes out
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The people gather ¡®round
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And they all begin to shout.
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Bobby:
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What?
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Johnny:
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Hey, hey, Uncle Dud
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It¡¯s a treat to beat your feet
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On the Mississippi Mud.
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It¡¯s a treat to beat your feet
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On the Mississippi Mud.
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Bobby:
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And what a dance do they do
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Lordy, ... how I¡¯m tellin¡¯ you
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Why, they don¡¯t need no band
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They keep time by clappin their hand.
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Both:
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Just as happy as a cow
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Chewin¡¯ on a cud
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When the people beat their feet
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On the Mississippi Mud.
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Bobby:
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Lordy, ¡¦ how they play it
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Goodness, ¡¦ how they sway it
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There¡¯s Uncle George and cousin Jack
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Look at those fools peckin¡¯ on their back.
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Johnny:
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What joy!
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That music thrills me.
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Bobby:
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It do.
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Johnny:
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Boy, ... it nearly kills me
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Sister Kate hollers, "Son!"
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You sure get muddy
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But, it¡¯s mighty good fun
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Both:
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When the sun goes down
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The tide goes out
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The people gather round
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And they all begin to shout.
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Hey, Hey, Uncle Dud
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It¡¯s a treat to beat your feet
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On the Mississippi Mud
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It¡¯s a treat to beat your feet
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On the Mississippi Mud.
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Bobby:
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What a dance do they do ¡¦
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Both:
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Lordy, ... how I¡¯m tellin¡¯ you ¡¦
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Johnny:
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They don¡¯t need no band ¡¦
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Bobby:
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They don¡¯t?
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Johnny:
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They keep time by clappin¡¯ their hand ¡¦
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Bobby:
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I see.
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Johnny:
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Just as happy as a cow
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Chewing on a cud
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When the people beat their feet ...
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Bobby:
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Yeah! Yeah!
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Johnny:
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And the people clap their hand
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On the M I double S I double S I double P I Mud.
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Bobby:
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An "A" for spelling.
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Mississippi Mud
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| Bobby Darin |
