Текст и перевод песни The Stanley Brothers - Mountain Dew

Mountain Dew

Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Go on round the bend come back again
There's a jug full of that good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good ole mountain dew

Now Mr. Roosevelt told 'em just how he felt
When he heard that the dry law 'd gone through
If your liquors too red it'll swell up your head
You better stick to that good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good ole mountain dew

The preacher rode by with his head hasted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
He thought that I o'rt to sell him a quart
Of my good ole mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good ole mountain dew

Well my uncle Snort he's sawed off and short
He measures four feet two
But feels like a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew

Oh they call it that good ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll hush up my mug if you'll fill up my jug
With that good ole mountain dew

Mountain Dew

En bas de la route, il y a un vieux noyer creux
Où tu déposes un dollar ou deux
Fais un tour et reviens
Il y a une cruche pleine de ce bon vieux Mountain Dew

Oh, on l'appelle ce bon vieux Mountain Dew
Et ceux qui le refusent sont rares
Je vais taire mon mug si tu remplis ma cruche
De ce bon vieux Mountain Dew

Maintenant, M. Roosevelt leur a dit ce qu'il pensait
Quand il a entendu que la loi sèche était passée
Si ton alcool est trop rouge, ça te fera enfler la tête
Tu ferais mieux de t'en tenir à ce bon vieux Mountain Dew

Oh, on l'appelle ce bon vieux Mountain Dew
Et ceux qui le refusent sont rares
Je vais taire mon mug si tu remplis ma cruche
De ce bon vieux Mountain Dew

Le prédicateur est passé, la tête haute
Il a dit que sa femme avait la grippe
Il pensait que j'aurais dû lui vendre un quart
De mon bon vieux Mountain Dew

Oh, on l'appelle ce bon vieux Mountain Dew
Et ceux qui le refusent sont rares
Je vais taire mon mug si tu remplis ma cruche
De ce bon vieux Mountain Dew

Eh bien, mon oncle Snort est petit et trapu
Il mesure quatre pieds deux
Mais il se sent comme un géant quand tu lui donnes une pinte
De ce bon vieux Mountain Dew

Oh, on l'appelle ce bon vieux Mountain Dew
Et ceux qui le refusent sont rares
Je vais taire mon mug si tu remplis ma cruche
De ce bon vieux Mountain Dew