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 telling you
  They don't need no band
  They keep time by clapping their hands
  Just as happy as a cow chewing 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 the music thrills me
  Boy it nearly kills me
  What a show when they go
  Say they beat up either fast or slow
  
  When the sun goes down the tide goes out
  The people gather round and they all begin to shout
  Say 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 telling you
  They don't need no band
  They keep time by clapping their hands
  Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
  When the people beat their feet on the 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 telling you
  They don't need no band
  They keep time by clapping their hands
  Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
  When the people beat their feet
  When the people beat their feet
  When the people beat their feet
  On the Mississippi mud