When the sun goes down the tide goes out
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The people gather round and they all begin to shout
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Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
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It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
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What a dance do they do
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Lordy how I'm telling you
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They don't need no band
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They keep time by clapping their hands
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Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
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When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
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Lordy how they play it
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Goodness how they sway it
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Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim
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How they pound the mire with vigor and vim
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Joy the music thrills me
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Boy it nearly kills me
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What a show when they go
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Say they beat up either fast or slow
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When the sun goes down the tide goes out
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The people gather round and they all begin to shout
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Say hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
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It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud
|
|
What a dance do they do
|
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 cud
|
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud
|
|
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 telling you
|
They don't need no band
|
They keep time by clapping their hands
|
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
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When the people beat their feet
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When the people beat their feet
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When the people beat their feet
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On the Mississippi mud
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Mississippi Mud
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| Dean Martin |
