White Lightnin'

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy and he had him 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'
Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'
Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin to book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin'
Whshhhoooh… 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
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started clashin'
Shhhoooh… white lightnin'
Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin'
Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'
Well, a city slicker came and he said «I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff»
He took one s-slug and drank it right down
And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy’s corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'
Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin'
Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'…