Scotty Wiseman

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Well, my Uncle Mort

He's a hell of a sport.
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He weighs only a gallon or two.
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But he thinks he's a giant
 
When you slip him a pint
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Of that good old mountain dew.

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Oh, they call it that good ol' mountain dew
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And them that refuse it are few.
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Oh, I'll hush up my mug
 
If you'll fill up my jug
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With that good old mountain dew.

Down the road here from me

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The sweetest songs are sung by lovers in the moonlight,
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The sweetest days are the days that used to be.
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The saddest words I ever heard were words of parting
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When you said "Sweetheart, remember me."

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Remember me when the candle lights are gleamin',
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