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