Mountain Dew

A D A D A E Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day A D A E A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day A D A D E Let grasses grow and water flow in a free and easy way, A D A E A But give me enough of the finer stuff that’S made near Galway Bay A F#m Policemen all, from Donegal, Sligo or Leitrim too A D A E A We’ll give them a slip and we’ll take a sip of the real old mountain dew A D A D A E Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day A D A E A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day A D A D E At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still where the smoke curls up to the sky A D A E A By the smoke and the smell, you can plainly tell that there’s poteen brewing nearby A F#m It fills the air with odor rare that betwixt both me and you A D A E A When home you stroll you can take a bowl or a bucket of the mountain dew A D A D A E Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day A D A E A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day A D A D E Now learn-ed men who use the pen, have sung your praises high, A D A E A That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye A F#m Throw away your pills it’ll cure all ills, a pagan, Christian or Jew A D A E A Take off your coat and grease your throat with the real old Mountain Dew * 3X (3rd time whistle accompanies)* A D A D A E Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day A D A E A Hi di-diddly die-di dum, diddly do-di die-di dum, diddly do-die diddly die-day