White Lightnin'

White Lightnin' - The Hit Co.

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'

White lightnin'

Well, the "T" men, "G" men, the revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin' to book him

But my pappy kept a-cookin'

White lightnin'

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

Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'

White lightnin'

Well, the "T" men, "G" men, the revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin' to book him

My pappy kept a-cookin'

White lightnin'

Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough"

I wanna drink that powerful stuff

Took little slug and drank it on down

And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground

Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'

White lightnin'

Yeah, the "T" men, "G" men, the revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin' to book him

My pappy kept a-cookin'

White lightnin'