There's an old hollow tree down the road just from me,
Where you put down a dollar or two,
Then you go round the bend,
And you come back again
For that good old mountain dew.
Ch: They call it that old mountain dew.
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll shut up my mug,
If'n you'll fill up my jug,
With that good old mountain dew.
Mr. Roosevelt told the boys just how he felt,
When he heard that the dry law was through,
"If your whiskey's too red,
it will swell up your head,
Better stick to that old mountain dew."
My Uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short,
He measures about 4 ft 2
But he'll fight like a giant,( or gint)
If you give him a pint, (or pyunt)
Of that good old mountain dew.
My Uncle Bill has a still on the hill,
Where he turns out his a gallon or two,
The buzzards in the sky,
Get so drunk they can't fly,
Off that good old mountain dew.
Wolfgang van Hatfield |
