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Now there, far from me, there's an old holler tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go round the bend and you come back again
With a jug of that good old mountain dew
They call it that old mountain dew
Lord, Lord and them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew
The preacher came by with his head high
Said, hi, said his wife took down with the flu
And he thought that we're hard just to give him a quart
Of that good old mountain dew
Well, we call it that old mountain dew
My uncle Mort, he's sawed off and he's short
He measures 'bout four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him
A pint of that good old mountain dew
Well, we call it that old mountain dew
Hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew