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when the sun goes down and the tide rolls out
and 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
glory how i'm tellin' you
they don't need no band
they keep time by clappin' their hands
just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
it's a treat to beat your feet on the mississippi mud
it's a treat to beat your feet on the mississippi mud