Bobby Darin & Johnny Mercer - Mississippi Mud Lyrics

Bobby:Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?Johnny:No, man, but I sure would like to visit down thereBobby:You would?Well, I'll tell you what then, let us hop on a plane and wentJohnny:O-kay, I hear it's very niceBobby:It is, it isJohnny:When the sun goes downThe tide goes outThe people gather ‘roundAnd they all begin to shoutBobby:What?Johnny:Hey, hey, Uncle DudIt's a treat to beat your feetOn the Mississippi MudIt's a treat to beat your feetOn the Mississippi MudBobby:And what a dance do they doLordy, ... how I'm tellin' youWhy, they don't need no bandThey keep time by clappin their handBoth:Just as happy as a cowChewin' on a cudWhen the people beat their feetOn the Mississippi MudBobby:Lordy, how they play itGoodness, how they sway itThere's Uncle George and cousin JackLook at those fools peckin' on their backJohnny:What joy!That music thrills meBobby:It doJohnny:Boy, ... it nearly kills meSister Kate hollers, "Son!"You sure get muddyBut, it's mighty good funBoth:When the sun goes downThe tide goes outThe people gather roundAnd they all begin to shoutHey, Hey, Uncle DudIt's a treat to beat your feetOn the Mississippi MudIt's a treat to beat your feetOn the Mississippi MudBobby:What a dance do they doBoth:Lordy, ... how I'm tellin' youJohnny:They don't need no bandBobby:They don't?Johnny:They keep time by clappin' their handBobby:I seeJohnny:Just as happy as a cowChewing on a cudWhen the people beat their feet ...Bobby:Yeah! Yeah!Johnny:And the people clap their handOn the M I double S I double S I double P I MudBobby:An "A" for spelling