Mississippi Mud

Lordy, how they play you
Lord, they really sway you
Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da

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 tellin' you
Oh, what a band
They can have by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud

Lordy, how they play it
Lord, they really sway it
Bo-bo-do-do-do-do-da
Da-di-ba-da-da-da-da
Di-di-di-di

Lord, that music thrills me
Say, it nearly kills me
Ohhhhh
Di-da-da-da-da

What a dance do they do
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Oh, what a band
They can have by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud

Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud