There's a big hollow treeDown the road here from meWhere you lay down a dollar or twoThen you go around the bendWhen you come back againThere's a jugful of mountain dew Oh, they call it that old mountain dewAnd them that refuse it are fewOh, I'll shut up my mugIf you'll fill up my jug With that good old mountain dewWell, there's my old Aunt JuneBought some brand new perfumeIt had such a sweet smellin' phewBut to her surprise, when she had it analyzedIt was nothing but good old mountain dewAnd there's Uncle MortHe's sawed off and short He's just five feet and one inch or twoBut he thinks he's a giantWhen he gets him a pintOf that good old mountain dew Now, there's Uncle BillGot a still on the hillWhere he runs off a gallon or twoAnd the buzzards in the skyGet so dizzy they can't flyJust from smelling that mountain dew
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