North Carolina way back in the hills Daddy's granddaddy yeah, he had him a still He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin' (Pleasin') Pappy's corn squeezin' (Squeezin') Mmm yeah, white lightnin'
I was sippin' creek water clear in the back of the barn on a fall night Thinkin' 'bout my daddy's granddaddy loadin' up the jars Tryna dodge the five Popcorn Sutton was gunnin' and runnin' gallons of that white liquor Make it barely far from all of them slick talkin' city slickers Wise old men with a beard full of grey whiskers Let's go paint a picture Corn mash, you can smell it all through the holler See that rotted old stump, that's where they go and leave it all at 'Cause the cheap man, G-Man, revenooers too Wouldn't leave pappy alone, he was still craftin' his brew That's all that they knew, folk tales and mountain dew Copper pipes, long nights, just tryin' to make it through Callused hands and a heart more solid than the brick Take his life before jail, wouldn't take none of their shit
Remember the old days Run the shine the old way Always in my heart so I carry on a legacy Do the same thing with pappy's old recipe
North Carolina way back in the hills Daddy's granddaddy yeah, he had him a still He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin' (Pleasin') Pappy's corn squeezin' (Squeezin') Mmm yeah, white lightnin'
Not tryna change the old song Just tryna make the song known To a generation where the old days are long gone Fill the jug, take a sip, firewater on your lips City boys think they tough 'til it's turnin' them a flip My old man's old man name is Brother Boo Make your eyes bug out, make your face turn blue Blue flame, clear clear, feel the spirit in the hills Might see an apparition of him lurkin' on his still, ayy
North Carolina go on and raise up (Raise up) Tennessee go ahead, pour the shine in your cup Through the valleys of the Appalachians all over the south Old smokey pour the apple pie straight up in your mouth
North Carolina way back in the hills Daddy's granddaddy yeah, he had him a still He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin' (Pleasin') Pappy's corn squeezin' (Squeezin') Mmm yeah white lightnin'
To everyone who is sitting there sayin' "You shouldn't mess with a classic" really, get the hell out. If I can be the voice for this style of music and craft I don't wanna be forgotten. If I can get a young kid to listen to this and that makes them wanna go back and check out the classic version then yes, I'm gonna remix this stuff 'cause I want the younger generation to appreciate the good stuff too. The world is starvin' for a taste of the good old days
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