Well, in North-a Carolina 1
Way back in the hills,
Me an' my old pappy...
An' he had him a still. 2
He brewed a-white lightnin'
Till the sun went down,
Then he'd fill him a jug,
An' he'd pass it around.
Mighty mighty pleasin',
My pappy's corn squeezin' 3
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Chorus:]
Well, ((the G-men, 4 T-men, 4 ))
((Revenuers 5 too,))
((Searchin' for the place,))
((Where he made his brew.))
((They were lookin',))
((Tryin' to book him. 6 ))
((But my pappy kept on cookin',))
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Instrumental break featuring honky tonk piano.]
[Verse 2:]
Well, I asked my ol' pappy,
Why he called his brew
White lightnin',
Stead of mountain dew.
I took a little sip,
An' right away I knew.
An' my eyes bugged out,
An' my face turned blue.
Light has started flashin'
Thunder started clashin'.
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Chorus:]
Well, ((the G-men, T-men,))
((Revenuers too,))
((Searchin' for the place,))
((Where he made his brew.))
((They were lookin',))
((Tryin' to book him.))
((But my pappy kept on cookin',))
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Instrumental break featuring guitar.]
[Verse 3:]
Well, a city slicker came,
An' he said, "I'm tough.
I think I want to taste,
That pow'rful stuff."
He took one slug,
An' he drank it right down.
I heard him moanin',
As he hit the groun'.
Mighty, mighty, pleasin',
Yer pappy's corn squeezin'.
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Chorus:]
((The G-men, T-men,))
((Revenuers too,))
((Searchin' for the place,))
((Where he made his brew.))
((They were lookin',))
((Tryin' to book him.))
((But my pappy kept on cookin',))
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
Way back in the hills,
Me an' my old pappy...
An' he had him a still. 2
He brewed a-white lightnin'
Till the sun went down,
Then he'd fill him a jug,
An' he'd pass it around.
Mighty mighty pleasin',
My pappy's corn squeezin' 3
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Chorus:]
Well, ((the G-men, 4 T-men, 4 ))
((Revenuers 5 too,))
((Searchin' for the place,))
((Where he made his brew.))
((They were lookin',))
((Tryin' to book him. 6 ))
((But my pappy kept on cookin',))
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Instrumental break featuring honky tonk piano.]
[Verse 2:]
Well, I asked my ol' pappy,
Why he called his brew
White lightnin',
Stead of mountain dew.
I took a little sip,
An' right away I knew.
An' my eyes bugged out,
An' my face turned blue.
Light has started flashin'
Thunder started clashin'.
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Chorus:]
Well, ((the G-men, T-men,))
((Revenuers too,))
((Searchin' for the place,))
((Where he made his brew.))
((They were lookin',))
((Tryin' to book him.))
((But my pappy kept on cookin',))
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Instrumental break featuring guitar.]
[Verse 3:]
Well, a city slicker came,
An' he said, "I'm tough.
I think I want to taste,
That pow'rful stuff."
He took one slug,
An' he drank it right down.
I heard him moanin',
As he hit the groun'.
Mighty, mighty, pleasin',
Yer pappy's corn squeezin'.
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)
[Chorus:]
((The G-men, T-men,))
((Revenuers too,))
((Searchin' for the place,))
((Where he made his brew.))
((They were lookin',))
((Tryin' to book him.))
((But my pappy kept on cookin',))
(Psheeeew, white lightnin'.)