There's a big hollow tree Down the road here from me Where you lay down a dollar or two. Then you go around the bend When you come back again There's a jugful of mountain dew.
CHORUS: Oh, they call it that old mountain dew And them that refuse it are few. Oh, I'll shut up my mug If you'll fill up my jug With that good old mountain dew.
Well, there's my old Aunt June Bought some brand new perfume It had such a sweet smellin' phew. But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed It was nothing but good old mountain dew.
And there's Uncle Mort He's sawed off and short. He's just five feet and one inch or two. But he thinks he's a giant When he gets him a pint Of that good old mountain dew.
Now, there's Uncle Bill Got a still on the hill Where he runs off a gallon or two. And the buzzards in the sky Get so dizzy they can't fly Just from smelling that mountain dew.