Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills,

Lived my pappy and he had him a still.

He brewed white lightning 'till the sun went down,

And then he'd fill him a jug, an' pass it around.

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

White Lightning



Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenurers too,

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.

They were lookin', tryin' to book him,

But my pappy kept on cookin'

White Lightning



Well I asked my pappy why call it brew,

White lightning, 'stead of mountain dew.

I took on sip and then I knew,

As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.

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

White Lightning



Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too,

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.

They were lookin', tryin' book him,

But my pappy kept on cookin'

White Lightning



Well, a city slicker came, and said "I'm mighty tough."

"I think I want to 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', you're pappy's corn squeezin'

White Lightning



Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too,

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.

They were lookin', tryin' book him

But my pappy kept on cookin'

White Lightning!

Writer : NICHOLLS, BILLY
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