Johnny: No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there.
Bobby: You would? Well, I'll tell you what then, let us hop on a plane and went.
Johnny: OK, I hear it's very nice.
Bobby: It is, it is.
Johnny: When the sun goes down The tide goes out The people gather ‘round And they all begin to shout
Bobby: What?
Johnny: 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.
Bobby: And what a dance do they do Lordy how I'm tellin' you Why they don't need no band They keep time by clapping their hand.
Both: Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud When the people beat their feet On the Mississippi mud.
Bobby: Lordy, how they play it Goodness how they sway it There's Uncle George and cousin Jack Look at those fools Peckin' on their back
Johnny: What joy that music thrills me.
Bobby: It do.
Johnny: Boy, it nearly kills me Sister Kate hollers Son You sure get money But it's mighty good fun
Both: 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.
Bobby: What a dance do they do
Both: Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Johnny: They don't need no band.
Bobby: They don't?
Johnny: They keep time by clapping their hand
Bobby: I see.
Johnny: Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud When the people beat their feet And the people clap their hands On the M I double S I double S I double P I Mud.
Bobby: An "A" for spelling.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
