Letra de «Good Old Mountain Dew»
My brother Bill runs a still on the hill
Where he turns out a gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can not fly
Just from sniffing that good old mountain dew.
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They call it that good old mountan 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.
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.
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My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short, He measure 'bout four foot two, But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint Of that good old mountain dew.
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Old Auntie June had a brand new perfume, It had such a wonderful "pew" But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed, It was nothing but that good old mountain dew
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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.
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The preacher-he walked by, with a big tear in his eye Said that his wife had the flu And hadn't I ought just to give him a quart Of that good old mountain dew
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My uncle Klaus had a real mean old mouse When they asked how it happened, He said it was a lappin' That good old mountain dew
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There's an old hollow tree, just a little way from me Where you lay down a dollar or two If you hush up your mug, then they'll give you a jug Of that good old mountain dew
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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.
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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
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Old Deacon Crane took a trip in the rain, Said his wife had come down with the flu, But she'll be all right if you give her a pint Of that good old mountain dew.
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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.
Repeat chorus
My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short, He measure 'bout four foot two, But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint Of that good old mountain dew.
Repeat chorus
Old Auntie June had a brand new perfume, It had such a wonderful "pew" But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed, It was nothing but that good old mountain dew
Repeat chorus
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.
Repeat chorus
The preacher-he walked by, with a big tear in his eye Said that his wife had the flu And hadn't I ought just to give him a quart Of that good old mountain dew
Repeat chorus
My uncle Klaus had a real mean old mouse When they asked how it happened, He said it was a lappin' That good old mountain dew
Repeat chorus
There's an old hollow tree, just a little way from me Where you lay down a dollar or two If you hush up your mug, then they'll give you a jug Of that good old mountain dew
Repeat chorus
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.
Repeat chorus
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
Repeat chorus
Old Deacon Crane took a trip in the rain, Said his wife had come down with the flu, But she'll be all right if you give her a pint Of that good old mountain dew.
Repeat chorus
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
