White Lightnin'

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'