| Bobby:
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| Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi?
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| Johnny:
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| No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there
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| Bobby:
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| You would?
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| Well, I’ll tell you what then, let us hop on a plane and went
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| Johnny:
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| O-kay, I hear it’s very nice
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| Bobby:
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| It is, it is
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| Johnny:
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| When the sun goes down
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| The tide goes out
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| The people gather ‘round
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| And they all begin to shout
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| Bobby:
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| What?
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| Johnny:
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| Hey, hey, Uncle Dud
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| It’s a treat to beat your feet
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| On the Mississippi Mud
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| It’s a treat to beat your feet
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| On the Mississippi Mud
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| Bobby:
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| And what a dance do they do
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| Lordy, … how I’m tellin' you
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| Why, they don’t need no band
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| They keep time by clappin their hand
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| Both:
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| Just as happy as a cow
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| Chewin' on a cud
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| When the people beat their feet
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| On the Mississippi Mud
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| Bobby:
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| Lordy, how they play it
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| Goodness, how they sway it
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| There’s Uncle George and cousin Jack
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| Look at those fools peckin' on their back
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| Johnny:
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| What joy!
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| That music thrills me
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| Bobby:
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| It do
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| Johnny:
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| Boy, … it nearly kills me
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| Sister Kate hollers, «Son!»
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| You sure get muddy
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| But, it’s mighty good fun
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| Both:
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| When the sun goes down
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| The tide goes out
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| The people gather round
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| And they all begin to shout
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| Hey, Hey, Uncle Dud
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| It’s a treat to beat your feet
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| On the Mississippi Mud
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| It’s a treat to beat your feet
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| On the Mississippi Mud
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| Bobby:
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| What a dance do they do
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| Both:
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| Lordy, … how I’m tellin' you
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| Johnny:
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| They don’t need no band
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| Bobby:
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| They don’t?
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| Johnny:
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| They keep time by clappin' their hand
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| Bobby:
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| I see
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| Johnny:
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| Just as happy as a cow
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| Chewing on a cud
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| When the people beat their feet …
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| Bobby:
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| Yeah! |
| Yeah!
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| Johnny:
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| And the people clap their hand
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| On the M I double S I double S I double P I Mud
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| Bobby:
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| An «A» for spelling |