White Lightning

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 hed 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 lightnings 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!