Mountain Dew - Blueridge Mountain Bluegrass Band

Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree Where you lay down a dollar or two Go on round the bend come back again There's a jug full of that good ole mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Now Mr. Roosevelt told 'em just how he felt When he heard that the dry law 'd gone through If your liquors too red it'll swell up your head You better stick to that good ole mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew The preacher rode by with his head hasted high Said his wife had been down with the flu He thought that I o'rt to sell him a quart Of my good ole mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew Well my uncle Snort he's sawed off and short He measures four feet two But feels like a giant when you give him a pint Of that good old mountain dew Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew And them that refuse it are few I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug With that good ole mountain dew