They call it that mountain dew
    And them that refuse it are few
    You may go 'round the bend
    But you'll come back again
    For that good old mountain dew

My uncle Nort, he's sawed off and short
He measures about four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew

Well my brother Bill's got a still on the hill
where he runs of a gallon or two.
Now the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly from
smellin' the good ole mountain dew.

Well my ole aunt Jill bought some brand new perfume.
It had such a sweet smellin' pew, but to her surprise, when she had it analyzed,
it was nothin but good ole mountain dew.

Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high,
said his wife had been down with the flu, and he thought that I ought just uh sell him
a quart of that good ole mountain dew.