Traditional – Verse
and Chorus share the same melody
Not very far from here, there's
an hollow tree,
Where you lay down a dollar or two.
You go 'round the bend and you come back again
With a jug of that good ol’ mountain dew
call it that good ol’ mountain dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug,
With that good ol’ mountain dew.
My uncle Mort, he's sawed
off and short,
And he measures ‘bout four foot two.
But he thinks he's a giant if you give him a pint,
Of that good ol’ mountain dew.
Well, my auntie June bought
some brand new perfume,
If had such a sweet smelling pew.
Much to her surprise when she had it analyzed,
It was nothing but good ol’ mountain dew.
Well, my brother Bill's got
a still on the hill,
Where he runs off a gallon or two.
The birds in the sky get so drunk they can't fly,
From the smell of that good ol’ mountain dew.
of Bluegrass Banjo