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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