Bosshouse Music - Mississippi Mudd (серия 2.02) | Текст песни

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Mississippi Mudd
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.

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