Lyrics

Now there far from me there's an old holler 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 ole mountain dew They call it that ole mountain dew Lord, Lord And them that refuse it are few Wanna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug with that good ole mountain dew Preacher came by with his head high, said, "Hi" Said his wife had took down with the flu And he thought that we are just to give him a snart of that good old mountain dew Well, we call it that ole mountain dew Lord, Lord And them that refuse it are few Wanna hush up my mug, if you'll fill up my jug with that good ole mountain dew Now my uncle Rod, he's sawed off and he's short he measures bout four foot two But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint of that good old mountain dew Well, we call it that ole mountain dew Lord, Lord And them that refuse it are few Wanna hush up my mug, if you'll fill up my jug with that good ole mountain dew Wanna hush up my mug, if you'll fill up my jug with that good ole mountain dew
Writer(s): Babscomb Lunsford, Scott Wiseman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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