Mississippi Mud

Lordy how they play it

Boy they really play it

When the sun goes down the tide goes out

The darkies gather round and they all begin to shout

Hey hey Uncle Dud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi mud

What a dance do they do

Lordy how I'm telling you

Ohh what a band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud

When the darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi mud

Lordy how they play it

Oh they really sway it

*scatting*

Joy the music thrills me

Hey it nearly kills me

*scatting*

What a dance do they do

Lordy how I'm telling you

Ohh what a band

They keep time by clapping their hands

Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud

When the darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi mud

Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud

When the darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi mud