Oh they call it that good old mountain dew

And them that refuse it are few

I’ll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug

With that good old mountain dew

My Uncle Bill’s got a still on the hill

Where he runs off a gallon or two

The birds in the sky get so drunk they can’t fly

Just from smellin that good old mountain dew

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Oh they call it that good old mountain dew…

My old Aunt June got some brand new perfume

It had such a sweet smelling pu

Imagine her surprise when she had it analyzed

It was nothin but that good old mountain dew

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Oh they call it that good old mountain dew…

My Uncle Mort he’s sawed off and short

He measures ‘bout four foot two

But he thinks he’s a giant when he gets him a pint

Of the good old mountain dew

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Oh they call it that good old mountain dew…