| Song | Mississippi Mud |
| Artist | Ray Charles |
| Album | The Genius Hits |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barris, Cavanaugh | |
| 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 clapping their hands. | |
| Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud. | |
| It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. | |
| Lordy how they play it. | |
| Goodness how they sway it. | |
| Uncle Joe, uncle Jim! | |
| How they pound that mire with vigor and vim. | |
| Joy it nearly kill me. | |
| Boy that music trills me. | |
| What a show when they go. | |
| Say they beat it up either fast or slow. |
| zuo ci : Barris, Cavanaugh | |
| 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 clapping their hands. | |
| Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud. | |
| It' s a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. | |
| Lordy how they play it. | |
| Goodness how they sway it. | |
| Uncle Joe, uncle Jim! | |
| How they pound that mire with vigor and vim. | |
| Joy it nearly kill me. | |
| Boy that music trills me. | |
| What a show when they go. | |
| Say they beat it up either fast or slow. |
| zuò cí : Barris, Cavanaugh | |
| 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 clapping their hands. | |
| Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud. | |
| It' s a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. | |
| Lordy how they play it. | |
| Goodness how they sway it. | |
| Uncle Joe, uncle Jim! | |
| How they pound that mire with vigor and vim. | |
| Joy it nearly kill me. | |
| Boy that music trills me. | |
| What a show when they go. | |
| Say they beat it up either fast or slow. |