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In North Carolina, way back in the hills,

there lived my Pappy and he had him a still.

 He brewed white lightning till the sun was down,

 and then he'd fill him a jug, and pass it around.

Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's corn squeezin'..

 called, white Lightning.

Chorus

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.

 I asked my Pappy why he called his brew..

white lightning, instead of mountain dew.

 I took one sip and then I knew,

 as my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.

Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's corn squeezin'..

 called..white Lightning.

Chorus

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.

 A city slicker came, and said, "I'm mighty tough..

I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff.'

 He took one slug and he drank it right down,

 and I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground..

 'Mighty, mighty, pleasin', your Pappy's corn squeezin'..

 It's called..White Lightning.

Chorus

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'..yeah, white Lightning.

Chorus

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.

A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.