Well in North Carolina way back in the hills

Lived my old pappy and he had him a still

He brewed white lightning 'til the sun went down,

And then he'd fill him a jug mmm-hmm and pass it around

Mighty mighty pleasin' you're pappy's home-squeezin'

Bwsh, white lightnin'



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

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin'

Bwsh, 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'

Bwsh, white lightnin'



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

I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff"

He took one shlug and he drank it right down

And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground

Mighty mighty pleasin' you're pappy's home-squeezin'

Bwsh, 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 'im but my pappy kept on cookin'

Writer : NICHOLLS, BILLY
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