White Lighting

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy, and he had him a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Well, 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 a-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 my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started clashin' White lightnin' Well, 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 a-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 s-slug and he drank it right down And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground "Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin'" White lightnin' 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 a-cookin' White lightnin'