[Verse 1]
Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug
And he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasing
You're pappy's corn squeezing
White lightning

[Chorus]
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, trying to book him
White lightning

[Verse 2]
Well, I asked my old pappy
Why he called his brew
White lightning instead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashing
Thunder started clashing
White lightning