Mississippi Mud

1-2-3
When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out
and 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
glory how I'm tellin' you
they don't need no band
they keep time by clappin' their hands
just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud

Lyrics © James Cavanaugh/Harry Barris

Pan Ohco



The Earth is degenerating these days. Bribery and corruption abound.
Children no longer mind their parents, every man wants to write a
Book, and it is evident that the end of the world is fast approaching.
--Assyrian stone tablet, c. 2800 B.C.