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Johnny Mercer

Mississippi Mud

 

Mississippi Mud

(Album: Two Of A Kind - 1961)


[Bobby:]
Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?

[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:]
O-kay, 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 telling you
Why, they don't need no band
They keep time by clappin their hand.

[Both:]
Just as happy as a cow
Chewing 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 pecking 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 muddy
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 telling 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...

[Bobby:]
Yeah! Yeah!

[Johnny:]
And the people clap their hand
On the M I double S I double S I double P I Mud.

[Bobby:]
An "A" for spelling.

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