Mountain Dew

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There’s a big holler tree down the road here from me where ya lay down a dollar or two.

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Well you go round the bend and when you come back again there’s a jug full o’ good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that ole mountain dew and them that refuse it are few.

I’ll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug with some good ole mountain dew.

Now my uncle Nort, he’s sawed off and short, he measures about four foot two,

but he thinks he’s a giant when you give him a pint of that good ole mountain dew.


Well my ole aunt Jill bought some brand new perfume. It had such a sweet smellin’ pew,

but to her surprise, when she had it analyzed, it was nothing but good ole mountain dew.


Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high, said his wife had been down with the flu,

and he thought that I ought just uh sell him a quart of that good ole mountain dew.


Well my brother Bill’s got a still on the hill where he runs of a gallon or two.

Now the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can’t fly from smellin’ the good ole mountain dew.