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There's a big potted tree down an old hill from me,
Where you can lay down a dollar or two
You can go round the bend and when you come back again,
There's a jug full of good old mountain dew.
My uncle nort he is sawed off and short,
He measures about four foot two
But he think he's a giant when you give him a pint
of that good old mountain dew.
My old aunt june bought some brand new perfume,
It had such a sweet smellin pew.
But to her suprise when your hand in a line
It's nothing but good old mountain dew.
The preacher rode by with his head hasted high,
Said his wife's been down with the flou.
And he thought that i ort just to sell him a quart,
Of that good old mountain dew.
My brother Bill got a still on the hill,
Where he runs off a gallon there two.
The buzzard in the sky get so drunk they can't fly,
Of that good old mountain dew.