Mississippi Mud
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.
Mississippi MudLRC歌词
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.
