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 tellin' you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud

It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud

Lordy how they play it
Goodness how they sway it

Uncle Joe, uncle Jim!
How they pound that mire with vigor and vim

Joy it nearly kill me
Boy that music trills me

What a show when they go
Say they beat it up either fast or slow