Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills

Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still

We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down

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

Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'

Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'



Chorus:

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 a-cookin'

Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'



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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' and thunder started crashin' 

Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin'



Chorus:

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 a-cookin'

Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'



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

I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff

He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down

And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground

Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'

Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'



Chorus:

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 a-cookin'

Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...