BSQ Mississippi Mud Lyrics

Oh the black (black) bottom of that old man river
Sometimes likes to shake and shiver
And it makes the people feel like struttin' around
(they feel like struttin' around)

And when the sun goes down, the tide goes out
People gather 'round and they all begin to shout (they shout)
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dodd,
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud.
A treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud".

What a dance do they do
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
(Why) they don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud

Lordy, how they play it
Goodness, how they sway it
Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim
How they pound the mire with vigor and vim

Joy, that music thrills me
Boy, it nearly kills me
What a show when they go!
Say, they beat it up either fast or slow

When the sun goes down, (and when the) tide goes out
People (oh yeah) they all begin to shout
(Why) they don't need no band
Keeping time by clappin' their hand
Happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
When the people beat their feet
Hear the rhythmn of the beat (oh, oh)
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud
Lordy, how they play it on the sun
(sun goes down, tide goes out, playing on the mud
Mississippi Mud)