Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We 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' Shh, white lightnin'
Well the G men, T men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him But my pappy kept a-cookin' Shh, white lightnin'
Well a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' Shh, white lightnin'
Yeah the G men, T men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him But my pappy kept a-cookin'
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 Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shh, white lightnin'
Yeah l the G men, T men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him But my pappy kept a-cookin' Shh, that's all I mingledTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
