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
and 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 lookin’ tryin’ to book him
but my pappy kept acookin’
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’
whshhhoooh white lightnin’
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 acookin’
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 sslug and he drank it right down
and i heard him amoanin’ as he hit the ground
mighty mighty pleasin’ your pappy’s corn squeezin’
whshhhoooh white lightnin’
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 acookin’
whshhhoooh white lightnin’
Artist: George Jones
Year: 1959
Decade: 50s
Language: en
Word Count: 144