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Mississippi Mud - Bing Crosby

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

When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi mud

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