There's a big hollow tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You stroll 'round the bend and you come back again
there's a jug full of good old mountain dew
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Oh, they call it that old mountain dew
and them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
with that good old mountain dew
Oh if you are the sort
that can really shoot snort
here is a piece of advice that is true
Get it straight from the hills
where the moonshine is stiil’d
make a drink called mountain dew
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Oh, they call it that old mountain dew
and them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
with that good old mountain dew
Oh, the preacher drove by
in his high class’d fly
Said his wife had been down with the flu
and he thought I ought to just sell him a quart
of that good old mountain dew
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Oh, they call it that old mountain dew
and them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
with that good old mountain dew
Mr. Roosevelt told ‘em just how he felt
when he saw that the dry law was through
If your liquor is too red
It will swell up your head
better stick to your mountain dew
(Chorus)
Oh, they call it that old mountain dew
and them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug
with that good old mountain dew
Lyrics Submitted by Mark Krug