White Lightning

Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills Lived my old pappy and he had him a still He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down And then he'd fill him a jug, he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him But my pappy kept on cookin' 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 As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started crashin' White lightnin' Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him But my pappy kept on cookin' White lightnin' Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff" He took one swift slug and he drank it right down And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squezin' White lightnin' Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him But my pappy kept on cookin'