Mississippi Mud

Lordy, how they play you
 Lord, they really sway you
 Ba-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
 When the sun goes down
 The tide goes out
 The Darkies gather 'round
 And they all begin to shout,
 "Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
 It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud!"
 What a dance do they do
 Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
 Oh, what a band
 They can have by clappin' their hand
 Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
 When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud
 Lordy, how they play it
 Lord, they really sway it
 Bo-bo-do-do-do-do-da
 Da-di-ba-da-da-da-da
 Di-di-di-di
 Lord, that music thrills me
 Say, it nearly kills me
 Ohhhhh
 Di-da-da-da-da
 What a dance do they do
 Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
 Oh, what a band
 They can have by clappin' their hand
 Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
 When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud
 Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
 When the Darkies beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud