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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