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

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

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