The Cheyenne Massacre (1913)

Actors

• Paul Hurst (actor)
• James W. Horne (actor)
• Marin Sais (actress)
• Carlyle Blackwell (actor)
• William H. West (actor)
• Lucille Young (actress)
• C. Rhys Price (actor)

Genres

• Short
• Thriller
• Western

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Mountain Dew - Willie Nelson
• Mountain Dew - Bill Anderson
• Mountain Dew - Dubliners
• Mountain Dew - Ween
• Mountain Dew - Wilburn Brothers
• Mountain Dew - Doc Watson

Now there far from me there's an old holler tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You go round the bend and you come back again
With a jug of that good ole mountain dew
They call it that ole mountain dew Lord Lord 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 came by with his head high said hi said his wife took down with the flu
And he thought that we're hard just to give him a quart
Of that good old mountain dew
Well we call it that ole mountain dew...
[ac.guitar]
My uncle Mort he's sawed off and he's short he measures bout four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint of that good old mountain dew
Well we call it that ole mountain dew...

(They call it that ole mountain dew and them that refuse it are few)
I'll hush up my mug if you'll just fill up my jug with that good ole mountain dew
There's an old holler tree down the road away from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Go around the bend then you come back again
There's a jug full of good ole mountain dew
Well they call it that ole mountain dew...
[ ac.guitar ]
My uncle Mort was sawed off and short he measured about four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint of the good ole mountain dew
Well they call it that ole mountain dew...
[ ac.guitar ]
My brother Bill ran a still on the hill he'd run off a gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky'd get so drunk they couldn't fly
From smellin' that good ole mountain dew
Well they call it that ole mountain dew...
[ ac.guitar ]
Well the preacher rode by had his head hasted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
And he thought that I o'rt to sell him a quart of my good ole mountain dew

Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and
easy way
Just give me enough of the fine old stuff that's brewed
near Galway Bay
Come gougers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the
rare old mountain dew
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill,
and smoke twirls up to the sky
For the smoke and the smell, its plan to tell that
there's poteen brewing near by
It fills the air, with an odor rare, and betwixt both
me and you
When home you stroll, you can take a bowl, or a bucket
of the mountain dew
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Now learned men who use the pen, have written their
praises high
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from
wheat and rye
Throw away your pills; it will cure all ills, of the
pagan, the Christian or Jew
Take off your coat and grease your throat, with the
real old mountain dew
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum
Skid-ree Idle-dum diddle dum day
Skid-ree Idle-diddle dum skid-ree Idle-diddle dum

There's a big holler tree down the road here from me
Where you lay down a dollar or two
Well you go round the bend and when you come back again
There's a jug full of good ole mountain dew
Oh they call it that ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug
With some good ole mountain dew
Now my uncle Nort, he's sawed off and short
He measures about four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good ole mountain dew
Well my ole aunt Jill bought some brand new perfume
It had such a sweet smellin' pew
But to her surprise when she had it analyzed
It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew
Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
And he thought that I ought just to sell him a quart
Of that good ole mountain dew
Well my brother Bill's got a still on the hill
Where he runs of a gallon or two
Now the buzzards in the sky get so drunk, they can't fly
From smellin' the good ole mountain dew
Oh they call it that ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug

Down the road here from me there's an old holler tree
Where you lay down a dollar or two
You can go round the bend then come back again
With a jug full of the good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole mountain dew
And them that refuse it are few
If you'll hush up your mug they'll fill up your jug
With that good ole mountain dew
Now my brother Bill's got him a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
And the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly
From smellin' that good ole mountain dew
Oh, they call it that good ole mountain dew
Now my old aunt June bought some brand new perfume
And it had such a sweet smellin' pu
Oh, to her surprise when she had it analyzed
It was nothin' but good ole mountain dew
And they call it that good ole mountain dew
The preacher rode by with his head hasted high
Said his wife had been down with the flu
And he figured that I o'rt to give him a quart

There's a big holler tree down the road here from me
where ya lay
down a dollar er two. Well you go round the bend and
when you come
back again there's a jug full o' good ole mountain dew
Oh they call it that ole mountain dew and them that
refuse it are few.
I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug with some
good ole mountain dew.
Now my uncle Nort, he's sawed off and short, he
measures about four
foot two, but he thinks he's a giant when you give him
a pint of that
good ole mountain dew.
Well my ole aunt Jill bought some brand new perfume. It
had such a
sweet smellin' pew, but to her surprise, when she had
it analyzed, it
was nothin but good ole mountain dew.
Instrumental... dum dee dum dum dee dum dee dum
Well the preacher rolled by with his head heisted high,
said his wife
had been down with the flu, and he thought that I ought
just uh sell him
a quart of that good ole mountain dew.
Instrumental
Well my brother Bill's got a still on the hill where he
runs of a gallon
or two. Now the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they
can't fly from
smellin' the good ole mountain dew.
Oh they call it that ole mountain dew and them that
refuse it are few.
I'll shut up my mug if you fill up my jug with some