Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills There lived by old pappy and he had him a still He brewed white lightning till the sun went down Then he filled him a jug and he passed it around Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezings Ooh white lightning
[Chorus:] Well the "G" men, the "T" man, revenuers too Searching for the place where he made his brew They were looking, trying to book him But my pappy kept on cooking Ooh white lightning
One day I asked my pappy what he called his brew White lightning instead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew When my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing Ooh, my goodness, white lightning
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Well a city slicker came and he said I'm tough I think I'd like to try that powerful stuff He took a little slug and he drank it on down You could hear him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezings Ooh white lightning
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