Oh, they call it that old mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug
If you fill up my jug
With the good old mountain dew
Now my brother Bill's
Got a still on the hill
Where he runs off
A gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky
Get so drunk they can't fly
Just from smelling
That good old mountain dew
Yeah, they call it that old mountain dew
And them that refuse it, they are few
I'll hush up my mug
If you fill up my jug
With the good old mountain dew