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(Written by S. Wooley)
Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'
Well the "G" men "T" men revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin to book him,
but my pappy kept a-cookin'
Mmmm . . . 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
Thunder started crashin', lightnin' started flashin...
Mmmmm . . . white lightnin'
Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and drank it on down
And I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground
Thunder started crashin', lightnin started flashin
Mmmmm.... white lightnin'