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There's a big potted tree down an old hill from me,
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Where you can lay down a dollar or two.

You can go round the bend and when you come back again,
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There's a jug full of good old mountain dew.

Chorus
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They call it that old mountain dew,
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and them that refuse are few.

I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug,
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With some good old mountain dew.

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My uncle nort he is sawed off and short,
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He measures about four foot two.

But he think he's a giant when you give him a pint
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of that good old mountain dew.

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My old aunt june bought some brand new perfume,
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It had such a sweet smellin pew.

But to her suprise when your hand in a line
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It's nothing but good old mountain dew.


Banjo Solo

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The preacher rode by with his head hasted high,
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Said his wife's been down with the flou.
 
And he thought that i ort just to sell him a quart,
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Of that good old mountain dew.

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My brother Bill got a still on the hill,
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Where he runs off a gallon there two.

The buzzard in the sky get so drunk they can't fly,
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From smellin that good old mountain dew.

Sing Chorus