Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree where ya lay down a dollar or two.nGo on 'round the bend come back againnThere's a jug full of that good old mountain dewnn(Chorus)nOh they call it that good old mountain dewnAnd them that refuse it are fewnI'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug with that good old mountain dewnnThe preacher rode by with his head histed highnSaid his wife had been down with the flunI thought that I ou'rght to sell him a quart of my good ol' mountain dewnn(CHORUS)nnNow Mr. Roosevelt told 'em just how he feltnWhen he heard that the dry law 'd gone throughnIf your liquor 's too red it'll swell up your headnBetter stick to that good old mountain dewnn(CHORUS)nnWell my uncle Snort he's sawed off and shortnHe measures four feet twonBut he feels like a giant when you give him a pint o' that good old mountain dewnn(CHORUS)