Buddy Cole & His Trio - Mississippi Mud Lyrics
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Mississippi Mud
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What Are The Lyrics For Mississippi Mud By Buddy Cole & His Trio?
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 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, 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 clappin' their hand. Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud. When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud. |
Who Wrote Mississippi Mud By Buddy Cole & His Trio?
Harry Barris, James Cavanaugh
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What's The Duration Of The Mississippi Mud By Buddy Cole & His Trio?The duration of Mississippi Mud is 2:06 minutes and seconds. |
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