Oh they call it that good old 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
Old uncle Bill
Had a still on the hill
Turned out a gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky
Got so high they couldn't fly
Off that good old mountain dew
(Chorus)
Old preacher Gus
Never heard him cuss
Not even a word or two
But you ought to hear him swear
When he doesn't get his share
Of that good old mountain dew
(Chorus)
Old uncle Mort
Was sawed off and short
Stood about four foot two
But he stands like a giant
When you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
(Chorus)
Camp Director Brice
Was never known to be nice
Not even an hour or two
But you should have seen him smile
When we gave him a vial
Of that good old mountain dew
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