Mountain Dew

Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree

Where you lay down a dollar or two

Go on round the bend come back again

There's a jug full of that good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew

And them that refuse it are few

I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug

With that good ole mountain dew

Now Mr. Roosevelt told 'em just how he felt

When he heard that the dry law 'd gone through

If your liquors too red it'll swell up your head

You better stick to that good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew

And them that refuse it are few

I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug

With that good ole mountain dew

The preacher rode by with his head hasted high

Said his wife had been down with the flu

He thought that I o'rt to sell him a quart

Of my good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew

And them that refuse it are few

I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug

With that good ole mountain dew

Well my uncle Snort he's sawed off and short

He measures four feet two

But feels like a giant when you give him a pint

Of that good old mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew

And them that refuse it are few

I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug

With that good ole mountain dew