Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy, and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin′ 'til the sun went down
And then he′d fill up a jug, and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my pappy′s corn squeezin′ (whew, white lightnin')

Well, the G men, T men, Revenuers too
Searchin′ for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryna book him, but my pappy kept on cookin′
(Whew, 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′ (whew, white lightnin′)

Well, the G men, T men, Revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin′, tryna book him, but my pappy kept on cookin'
(Whew, white lightnin′)

Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one full slug, and he drank it right down
And I heard him a-moanin′ as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin′ (whew, white lightnin′)

The G men, T men, Revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin′, tryna book him, but my pappy kept on cookin'
(Whew, white lightnin′)

Writer(s): Joseph Elliott, Mutt Lange, Philip Kenneth Collen, Richard Savage<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com