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Down the road there from me is an old hollow tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go round the bend and you come back again
There's a jug of that good old mountain dew
Oh they call it that good old mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
Now hush up your mug and I'll fill up your jug
With that good old mountain dew
The preacher rode by with his head hoisted high
Said his wife had come down with the flu
He thought that I ought to sell him a quart
Of that good old mountain dew
Well my Uncle Mort he is sawed-off and short
He measures about four-foot-two
But he feels like a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
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