Mountain Dew

Down the road here from me there's 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
I'll 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 can't fly
From smellin' that good ole mountain dew

Well, they call it that ole mountain dеw
And them that refuse it arе few
I'll 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
I'll 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
I'll 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
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
With that good ole mountain dew