Spoken:
This time we're gonna' take ya' out, some time for a smoke-a-dope
It's Ripple wine time. That good old mountain dew.
Down the road here
Down the road here from me
There's an old hollow tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
If you hush up your mug, I'll fill up your jug
With that good old mountain dew
They call it that good old mountan dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good old mountain dew
My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short
He measures 'bout four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
They call it that good old mountan dew
And them that refuse it are few
If you'll hush up your mug I'll fill up your jug
With that good old mountain dew
Do you need any help?
Do you need any help?
I can handle the jug all by myself
Well they call it that good old mountain dew
Everybody
And them that refuse it are few
The buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can not fly
From the smell of that good old mountain dew
Spoken:
Guitar pickin' Now, yeah! Yeah!
My old uncle Bill has a still on the hill
Where he lay down a dollar or two
The buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly
From the smell of that good old mountain dew
Spoken:
Steel guitar. Yeah!
Cmon' everybody
Well, they call it that good old mountan dew
And them that refuse it are few
If you'll hush up your mug, I'll fill up your jug
With that good old mountain dew