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White lightning by the bottle
Blue Ribbon by the can
Tobacco from Virginia
and a Blue Ridge bluegrass band
That's all I've ever needed
to get me through the day
White Lightning from the bottle
from Franklin county way
Up there in a holler
way out in the woods
There's a drum made out of copper
and they're stoking it with wood
You'd better not come around
if they don't know your face
Or in those woods you'll stay
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Them boys they grow tobacco
of a foreign breed
You don't have to buy it
when you raise it from the seed
The know all the ins and outs
and they stay a step ahead
‘Cause they ain't givin' in to the Feds
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Now I'm down here in Texas
ain't had it in a while
But every time I see a mason jar
I can't help but smile
And think of all them rednecks
up in ol' VA
Wish they were in Texas today
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