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Now there far from me there's an old holler tree |
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Where you lay down a dollar or two |
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You go round the bend and you come back again |
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With a jug of that good ole mountain dew |
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They call it that ole mountain dew Lord, Lord |
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And them that refuse it are few |
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Gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug |
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With that good ole mountain dew |
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The preacher came by with his head high, said, "Hi" |
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I said, "His wife had, took down with the flu" |
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And he thought that we're hard just to give him a quart |
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Of that good old mountain dew |
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Well they call it that ole mountain dew Lord, Lord |
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And them that refuse it are few |
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Gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug |
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With that good ole mountain dew |
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And now my uncle Mort he's sawed off and he's short |
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And he measures 'bout four foot two |
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But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint |
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Of that good old mountain dew |
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Well they call it that ole mountain dew Lord, Lord |
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And them that refuse it are few |
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Gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug |
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With that good ole mountain dew |
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Gonna hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug |
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With that good ole mountain dew |
