White Lightning (v1)
(J.P. Richardson)
Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
And then he filled him a jug and he pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
(Whew, white lightning.)
Well, the G men, T men
--- Instrumental ---
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightning stead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
And my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Light has started flashing
Thunder started splashing
(Whew, white lightning.)
Well the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cooking
(Whew, white lightning.)
--- Instrumental ---
Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I want to taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drank it right down
I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing
My pappy's corn squeezing
(Whew, white lightning.)
Well the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cooking
(Whew, white lightning...)