White Lightning - Live

Well, in the North of Carolina, way back in the hills

Me and my old pappy and he had him a still

He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down

And then you'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around

Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'

Ssh, white lightning

Well, the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin'

Phoo, white lightning

Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew

White lightning 'stead 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 flashin', thunder started clashin'

Fshhh, white lightnin'

Well, the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'

Whshh, 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 s-slug and drank it right down

And I heard him a-moaning as he hit the ground

Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin'

Sshoo, white lightning

The "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'

Sshoo, white lightning