NOTE: This recording reflects cultural artifacts that are not acceptable in today's society. Lyrics presented here as historical fact, with apologies for any offense
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(Spoken:)
-A: Say, how come there ain’t no singin' in this here record?

-B: Mr. Tram, there's gonna be singing’ here presently of a sort

-A: You, you, you know I ain't heard no singing' yet

-B: You just get a load of this song here

-A: (Scatting) "Lo de dit em dit ee dit em"

-B: Is that it?

-A: That's the prelude, now we sing

(Singing):
When thе sun goes down, the tide goеs out
The darkies gather round and they all begin to shout
Hey hey Uncle Dud...

-A: Oh you mean Uncle Dud down home with his feet in the mud?
-B: I don't mean Uncle Dud's Pappy and his feets' really in the mud
What a dance do they do
Lordy how I'm telling you
They don’t need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the darkies beat their feet
On the Mississippi mud

-Bix Beiderbecke trumpet solo-

Why they don’t need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud
When the darkies beat their feet...

-A: You done got me jumped up & beatin' my feet!

...On the Mississippi mud