Old Mountain Dew

Just down the road from me, there's a big holler tree

Where you lay down a dollar or two

Then you go 'round the bend, when you come back again

There's a jug full of good old mountain dew

Oh, they call it that old mountain dew

And them that refuse it are few (Very few)

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

With that good old mountain dew

Watch out now, boy, you 'bout to get too hot there

My Uncle Bill's got a still on the hill

Where he runs off a gallon or two

Little birds in the sky gets drunk they can't fly

From smellin' that good old mountain dew

Oh, they call it that old mountain dew (Gimme some too)

And them that refuse it are few

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

With that good old mountain dew

I seen Mr. Roosevelt and I asked him how he felt

When he heard that that dry law went through

If your liquor's too red, it'll swell up your head

You better stick to that good old mountain dew

Oh, they call it that old mountain dew (Gimme some too)

And them that refuse it are few

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

With that good old mountain dew

Preacher come by with his head high stood high

Said his wife had been down with the flu, plumb sick

And he said he thought I ought to fill him up a quart

With that good old mountain dew

My Uncle Nort, he's sawed-off and short

Yes, he only measures four-foot-two

But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint

Of that good old mountain dew

Oh, they call it that good old 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 old mountain dew