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 wanna 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!