The Mountain Dew

Bascom Lamar Lunsford

Down the road here from me, there's an old hollow tree

Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go 'round the bend and you come back again
There's a jug full of taht good old mountain dew

They call it that 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 Mort, he's sawed off and short
He measures about four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant if you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew

Well, my old aunt June bought some brand new perfume
If had such a sweet smelling pew
But to her surprise when she had it analyzed
It was nothing but good old mountain dew

My Aunt Louise did a striptease

Down at the burley que

She fell off the stage it wasn’t old age

Was that good old mountain dew

The preacher rode by with his head heisted high

Said his wife gone down wife flu

He thought that I ought to give him a quart

Of that good old mountain dew

Well, my brother Bill's got a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
The buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly
From smelling that good old mountain dew