Mountain Dew (Take 1)

There's a big hollow tree

Down the road here from me

Where you lay down a dollar or two

Then you go around the bend

When you come back again

There's a jugful of mountain dew

Oh, they call it that old mountain dew

And them that refuse it are few

Oh, I'll shut up my mug

If you'll fill up my jug

With that good old mountain dew

Well, there's my old Aunt June

Bought some brand new perfume

It had such a sweet smellin' phew

But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed

It was nothing but good old mountain dew

And there's Uncle Mort

He's sawed off and short

He's just five feet and one inch or two

But he thinks he's a giant

When he gets him a pint

Of that good old mountain dew

Now, there's Uncle Bill

Got a still on the hill

Where he runs off a gallon or two

And the buzzards in the sky

Get so dizzy they can't fly

Just from smelling that mountain dew