[1] Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree
Where you [4] lay down a dollar or [1] two
Go on round the bend come and you come back again
There's a jug full of that [5] good ol' mountain [1] dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good ol' mountain dew

Now Mr. Roosevelt told 'em just how he felt
When he heard that the dry law'd gone through
If your liquor's too red it'll swell up your head
You better stick to that good ol' mountain dew

The preacher rode by with his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
He thought that I o'rt to sell him a quart
Of my good ol' mountain dew

Well my uncle snort he's sawed off and short
He measures four feet two
But he feels like a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good ol' mountain dew