White Lightning - Studio Sound Group

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!