Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still
We brewed white lightnin til the sun went down
Then hed fill him a jug and hed pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappys corn squeezin
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin
Chorus
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
— Instrumental —
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 and thunder started crashin
Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin
Chorus
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
— Instrumental —
Well a city slicker came and he said Im tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down
And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappys corn squeezin
Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin
Chorus
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…