Mountain Dew

Not very far from me there’s an old holler tree

Where you lay down a dollar or two

Then you go round the bend and you come back again

With a jug of that good ole mountain dew

They call it that ole mountain dew Lord Lord

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 came by with his head held up high

Said his wife took down with the flu

And he thought that we ought just to give him a quart

Of that good old mountain dew

They call it that ole mountain dew Lord Lord

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

My uncle Mort he’s sawed off and he’s short

He measures bout four foot two

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

Of that good old mountain dew

They call it that ole mountain dew Lord Lord

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