White Lightning
Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him up a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my pappy's corn squeezin (whew, white lightnin)
Well, the G-men, T-men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin' (whew, white lightnin)
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightnin 'stead of Mountain Dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started clashin' (whew, white lightnin)
Well, the G-men, T-men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin' (whew, white lightning)
Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough"
I think I want to taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty, pleasin', you'r pappy's corn squeezin (whew, white lightnin)
The G-men, T-men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin (whew, white lightning)
Me and my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him up a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my pappy's corn squeezin (whew, white lightnin)
Well, the G-men, T-men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin' (whew, white lightnin)
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightnin 'stead of Mountain Dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started clashin' (whew, white lightnin)
Well, the G-men, T-men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin' (whew, white lightning)
Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough"
I think I want to taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty, pleasin', you'r pappy's corn squeezin (whew, white lightnin)
The G-men, T-men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin (whew, white lightning)
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Writer(s): J P Richardson
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