Mountain Dew
Writen by: Bascom Lamar Lunsford, Scott Wiseman
There´s a big hollow tree
Down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Then you go around the bend
When you come back again
There´s a jugful of mountain dew
Oh, they call it that old mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
Oh, I´ll shut up my mug
If you´ll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew
Well, there´s my old Aunt June
Bought some brand new perfume
It had such a sweet smellin´ phew
But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed
It was nothing but good old mountain dew
And there´s Uncle Mort
He´s sawed off and short
He´s just five feet and one inch or two
But he thinks he´s a giant
When he gets him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
Now, there´s Uncle Bill
Got a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky
Get so dizzy they can´t fly
Just from smelling that mountain dew