White Lightning

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills

Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still

We brewed white lightning till the sun went down

Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around

Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezing

Ooh, White Lightning

Well the G men, T men, revenuers too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, trying to book him

Buy my pappy kept cooking

Ooh, White Lightning

Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew

White lightning instead of mountain dew

I took a little sip and right away I knew

As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue

Lightning started flashing

Thunder started crashing

Ooh, White Lightning

Well the G men, T men, revenuers too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, trying to book him

Buy my pappy kept cooking

Ooh, White Lightning

Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"

I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff

He took one slug and drank it right down

And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground

Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezing

Ooh, White Lightning

Well the G men, T men, revenuers too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, trying to book him

Buy my pappy kept cooking

Ooh, White Lightning