I grew up in the 40's listening to my Grandpa play the banjo and sing
this tune. I don't know who to attribute it to. I have since passed
it on to my children and grandchildren who love to play along as I
sing it. As far as I know it's a traditional mountain song.
THAT OL MOUNTAIN DEW
D
DOWN THE ROAD FROM ME THEREÕS AN OLD HOLLER TREE,
G D
WHERE YOU LAY DOWN A DOLLAR OR TWO.
THEN YOU GO AROUND THE BEND AND WHEN YOU COME BACK AGAIN,
A7 D
THEREÕS A JUG FULL OF THAT GOOD OL MOUNTAIN DEW.
(chorus) D
WELL, THEY CALL IT THAT OL MOUNTAIN DEW, DEW, DEW,
G D
AND THEM THAT REFUSE IT ARE FEW.
IÕLL HUSH UP MY MUG IF YOUÕLL FILL UP MY JUG,
A7 D
WITH THAT GOOD OL MOUNTAIN DEW.
MY UNCLE BILLÕS GOT A STILL ON THE HILL,
WHERE HE RUNS OFF A GALLON OR TWO.
AND THE BIRDS IN THE SKY GET SO DRUNK THEY CANÕT FLY,
FROM SMELLING THAT GOOD OL MOUNTAIN DEW.
THE PARSON WALKED BY WITH HIS HEAD HIESTED HIGH,
SAID HIS WIFE HAD COME DOWN WITH THE FLU.
AND HE THOUGHT THAT I ORGHT TO GIVE HIM A QUART,
OF THAT GOOD OL MOUNTAIN DEW.
MY UNCLE MORTÕS KIND OF SAWED OFF AND SHORT,
HEÕS ONLY ABOUT FOUR FOOT TWO.
BUT HE FEELS LIKE A GIANT WHEN HE GETS HIM A PINT,
OF THAT GOOD OL MOUNTAIN DEW.
