Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree where ya lay down a dollar or two.
Go on 'round the bend come back again
There's a jug full of that good old mountain dew
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Oh they call it that good old mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with that good old mountain dew
The preacher rode by with his head histed high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
I thought that I ou'rght to sell him a quart of my good ol' mountain dew
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Now Mr. Roosevelt told 'em just how he felt
When he heard that the dry law 'd gone through
If your liquor 's too red it'll swell up your head
Better stick to that good old mountain dew
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Well my uncle Snort he's sawed off and short
He measures four feet two
But he feels like a giant when you give him a pint o' that good old mountain dew
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