In north carolina way back in the hills

Lived my pappy and he had him a still

He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down

Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around





Mighty mighty pleasin'

Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it

White lightning





G-men, t-men, revenue too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were lookin' tryna book him

But my pappy kept a-cookin' it

White lightning





I asked my pappy why he called the brew

White lightning's full of morning dew

Took one sip then i knew

When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue





A city slicker came and said "i'm mighty tough,

I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff"

Took one slug and drank it right down

And i heard him moaning as he hit the ground



Shout!


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