Not very far from me there's an old hollow tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two.
You go around the bend and you come back again
With a jug of that old mountain dew.

They call it that old mountain dew, Lord, Lord
And them that refuse it are few.
Gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

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Preacher came by with his head heisted high,
Said his wife had took down with the flu.
And he thought that we ought just to give him a snort
Of that good old mountain dew.

Well they call it that old mountain dew, Lord, Lord
And them that refuse it are few.
I'm gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

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Now my uncle Rort, he's sawed off and he's short,
And he measures about four foot two.
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew.

Well they call it that old mountain dew, Lord, Lord
And them that refuse it are few.
I'm gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

Gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew.

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