There’s a big hollow tree
Down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two.
Then you go around the bend
When you come back again
There’s a jugful of mountain dew.
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Oh, they call it that old mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few.
Oh, I’ll shut up my mug
If you’ll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.
Well, there’s my old Aunt June
Bought some brand new perfume
It had such a sweet smellin’ phew.
But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed
It was nothing but good old mountain dew.

And there’s Uncle Mort
He’s sawed off and short.
He’s just five feet and one inch or two.
But he thinks he’s a giant
When he gets him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew.

Now, there’s Uncle Bill
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.