White Lightnin'

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!