CHORUS:

O, they call it that good ole mountain dew
An' them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug, you can fill up my jug
With some good ole mountain dew

VERSES:
(follow each with a rousing round of chorus):

There's a big holler tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go down the bend an' you come back again
With a jug full of good ole mountain dew

Well, my Uncle Nort, he's pawed-off an' short
He's measures about four-foot-two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good ole mountain dew

My old Aunt June bought some brand new perfume
It had such a sweet smellin' fume
But to her surprise when she had it in her eyes
They put nothin' but good ole mountain dew

Well, the preacher rode by an' his head heisted high
Said, his wife had come down with the flu
An' he thought just by force, just sell him a quart
Of that good ole mountain dew

My brother Bill, has got a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
The buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly
From just smellin' that good ole mountain dew

My aunt Lucille had an automobile,
It ran on a gallon or two (or three)
It didn't need no gas and it went awful fast
Running on that good ol' mountain dew.

My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short,
He measures 'bout four foot two (or three)
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good ol' mountain dew.

Old Auntie June had a brand new perfume,
It had such a wonderful 'pew' (pee-ew)
But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed,
It was nothing but that good ol' mountain dew

I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain't so neat,
Though he fixes it with syrup and blue (what's blue?)
But it stays right in place when he uses just a trace
Of that good ol' mountain dew.

The preacher-he walked by, with a big tear in his eye
Said that his wife had the flu (boo-hoo)
And hadn't I ought just to give him a quart
Of that good ol' mountain dew.

My uncle Klaus had a real mean old mouse
It'd beat up a cat or two ( or three)
When they asked how it happened,
He said it was a lappin'
That good ol' mountain dew

There's an old hollow tree, just a little way from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
If you hush up your mug, then they'll give you a jug
Of that good ol' mountain dew.

You take a little trash and you mix it up with ash,
And you throw in the soul of a shoe.
Then you stir it awhile with an old rusty file,
And they call it that good ol' mountain dew.

During the last war, we couldn't get no more,
We didn't have no sugar for the dew
With a few old potaters and a few ripe tomaters,
We turned out some stuff, I'm tellin' you.

That darn IRS wants my money, God Bless!
I'd like to keep a dollar or two (or three)
They'll settle for less, if I fill up their glass
With that good old Mountain Dew

Old Deacon Crane took a trip in the rain,
Said his wife had come down with the flu,
But she'll be all right if you give her a pint
Of that good ol' mountain dew.

Mr. Franklin Roosevelt, he told me how he felt
The day the old dry law went through:
If your liquor's too red, it will swell up your head
Better stick to that good ol' mountain dew.