There's a big holler tree down the road here from me   Where you lay down a dollar or two   Well you go round the bend and when you come back again   There's a jug full of good ole mountain dew      Oh they call it that ole mountain dew   And them that refuse it are few   I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug   With some good ole mountain dew      Now my uncle Nort, he's sawed off and short   He measures about four foot two   But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint   Of that good ole mountain dew      Well my ole aunt Jill bought some brand new perfume   It had such a sweet smellin' pew   But to her surprise when she had it analyzed   It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew      Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high   Said his wife had been down with the flu   And he thought that I ought just to sell him a quart   Of that good ole mountain dew      Well my brother Bill's got a still on the hill   Where he runs of a gallon or two   Now the buzzards in the sky get so drunk, they can't fly   From smellin' the good ole mountain dew      Oh they call it that ole mountain dew   And them that refuse it are few   I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug   With some good ole mountain dew