Granddad called it Mountain Dew
Long before the label did
Copper pot and creek water
Taught me how to make a living
Wood smoke rising through the pines
Sweet and mash working through the night
If the dogs start barking down the ridge
Kill the lamp and hide the light
Past that mountain door
Clear as the morning sky
Burns a little going down
Keeps the winter warm at night
Long before the label did
Copper pot and creek water
Taught me how to make a living
Wood smoke rising through the pines
Sweet and mash working through the night
If the dogs start barking down the ridge
Kill the lamp and hide the light
Past that mountain door
Clear as the morning sky
Burns a little going down
Keeps the winter warm at night