Mountain Dew Songtext
von Curly Fox

Now, there′s an old holler tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go 'round the bend and you come back again
And there′s a jug full of good old mountain dew

Oh, they call it, call it good old mountain dew, yes they do
And the ones that refuse it are so few
I'll hush up my mug if you will fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew

Oh, they call it, call it good old mountain dew
And the ones that refuse it are so few
I'll hush up my mug if you will fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew


Now, my brother Mort, he′s a little bit sawed off and short
That boy′s only 'bout four-foot-two
But he thinks he′s a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew

Now, they call it, call it good old mountain dew, yes they do
And the ones that refuse it are so few
I'm gonna hush up my mug if you′ll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew

Now, Mr. Roosevelt, he told 'em just how he felt
When he saw that the dry law was through
If your whiskey′s too red, it's gonna swell up your head
You better stick to that good old mountain dew

Now, they call it, call it good old mountain dew, yes they do
And the ones that refuse it are so few
I'll hush up my mug if you will fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew