Good Ol' Mountain Dew

Not far from me there's an old hollow tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Go around the bend and you come back again
For a jug of that good old mountain dew

They call it that good ol' 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 old mountain dew

The preacher came by with a tear in his eye
And said his wife had come down with the flu
We asked him if he might just give her a pint
Of that good old mountain dew

They call it that 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 old mountain dew

My cousin George, he's sawed off and short
He'll measure about four foot three
He'll act like a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew

Well, they call it that good ol' 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 old mountain dew

They call it that good ol' 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 old mountain dew



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