Down the road here from me theres an ole holler tree Where you lay down a dollar or two You come around the bend, and you come home again With a jug full of mountain dew Oh, they call it that ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few Ill hush up my mug if you fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Well, my brother Bill has an old whiskey still Where he runs off a gallon or two Oh, the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they cant fly From smellin that good ole mountain dew Well, they call it that ole mountain dw And them that refuse it ar few Ill hush up my mug if you fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Well, the preacher came by with his head heisted high Said his wife was in bed with the flu Well, he said that I ought to sell him a quart Of that good ole mountain dew Well, they call it that ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few Ill hush up my mug if you fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Oh, Mr. Roosevelt told em just how he felt When he heard that the dry law had gone through If your liquor is so red that is swells up your head You better stick to that good ole mountain dew Well, they call it that ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few Ill hush up my mug if you fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Well, they call it that ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few Ill hush up my mug if you fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew
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