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There's a big potted tree down an old hill from me,
Where you can lay down a dollar or two
You can go round the bend and when you come back again,
There's a jug full of good old mountain dew.
My uncle nort he is sawed off and short,
He measures about four foot two
But he think he's a giant when you give him a pint
of that good old mountain dew.
My old aunt june bought some brand new perfume,
It had such a sweet smellin pew.
But to her suprise when your hand in a line
It's nothing but good old mountain dew.
The preacher rode by with his head hasted high,
Said his wife's been down with the flou.
And he thought that i ort just to sell him a quart,
Of that good old mountain dew.
My brother Bill got a still on the hill,
Where he runs off a gallon there two.
The buzzard in the sky get so drunk they can't fly,
Of that good old mountain dew.
EXTRA Verses:
I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain't so neat,
Though he fixes it with syrup and blue,
But it stays right in place when he uses just a trace
Of that good old 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 old 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
Mr. Franklin Roosevelt, he told me how he felt
The day the old dry law went through:
If your likker's too red, it will swell up your head
Better stick to that good old mountain dew
My aunt Lucille had an automobile,
It ran on a gallon or two.
It didn't need no gas and it didn't need no oil,
It just ran on that good old mountain dew.