And they call it that good old mountain dew. And those that refuse it are few. (CHORUS) I’ll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug With that good old mountain dew. Down the road from me lies a big hollow tree Where you lay down a dollar or two. Then you go around the bend till you come back again With a jug of that good old mountain dew. Oh, the preacher came by with a tear in his eye. He said has wife had come down with the flu. But I think we ought to give her a snort Of that good old mountain dew. My uncle Bill has a still on the hill. He runs off a gallon or two. Birds in the sky get so drunk they cannot fly On that good old mountain dew. My brother Mort he is sawed off and short And measures only four foot two. But he thinks he’s a giant when he drinks a pint Of that good old mountain dew. Now, my old aunt June bought some Paris perfume. It cost her a dollar or two. But was she surprised when she had it analyzed It was good old mountain dew. Now, Old Reverend Gus, you never heard him cuss. Not even a word or two. But you should have heard him swear when he didn’t get his share Of that good old mountain dew. Now, my Grandpa Hank has an old army tank That he got back in forty-two. It wouldn’t move or budge till he gave it a nudge Of that good old mountain dew. My good friend Ray won the lottery today. He won a million dollars or two. Part of the size of this great big prize Is that good old mountain dew.