Down the road here from me
There's an old hollow tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Go on around the bend,
Come back again
There's a jug full o' that good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew
Now Mister Roosevelt
Told 'em just how he felt
When he heard that the dry law'd gone through
If yer liquor's too red
It'll swell up yer head
You'd better stick to that good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew
The preacher road by
With his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
He thought that I ought
To sell him a quart
Of my good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew
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
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 a***yzed,
it was nothin but good ole mountain dew.
My brother Bill's
Got a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two.
And the buzzards in the sky
Get so dizzy they can`t fly
Just from smelling that mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew
There's an old hollow tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Go on around the bend,
Come back again
There's a jug full o' that good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew
Now Mister Roosevelt
Told 'em just how he felt
When he heard that the dry law'd gone through
If yer liquor's too red
It'll swell up yer head
You'd better stick to that good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew
The preacher road by
With his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
He thought that I ought
To sell him a quart
Of my good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew
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
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 a***yzed,
it was nothin but good ole mountain dew.
My brother Bill's
Got a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two.
And the buzzards in the sky
Get so dizzy they can`t fly
Just from smelling that mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole 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 ole mountain dew