and they all begin to shout
it's a beat to beat your feet
Oh, what a dance do they do,
Lordy, how I'm telling you
But they don't need no band
They keep time by clapping their hands
When the people beat the feet
When the people beat the feet
Goodness, how they sway it
Boy, the music thrills me
and they all begin to shout
on the Mississippi mountain
Oh, what a dance, do they do
Lordy, how I'm telling you
That they don't need no plan
They keep time by clapping their hands
When the people beat the feet,
When the people beat the feet
on the Mississippi mountain.
Goodness how they sway it
and they all begin to shout
Oh, what a dance, do they do,
Lordy, how I'm telling you
That they don't need no plan,
to keep time by clapping their hands
when the people beat the feet
When the people beat the feet
When the people beat the feet,
when the people beat the feet,
when the people beat the feet
on the Mississippi Marble.