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When the sun goes down, the tide goes out, the people gather round and they all |
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Begin to shout. |
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Hey, Hey Uncle Dud |
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It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. |
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It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. |
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What a dance do they do. |
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Lordy how I'm tellin' you. |
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They don't need no band. |
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They keep time by clapping their hands. |
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Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud. |
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It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. |
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Lordy how they play it. |
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Goodness how they sway it. |
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Uncle Joe, uncle Jim! |
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How they pound that mire with vigor and vim. |
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Joy it nearly kill me. |
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Boy that music trills me. |
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What a show when they go. |
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Say they beat it up either fast or slow. |
