White Lightning
(J.P. Richardson)
Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy we had us a still
He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
Then he fill him a jug and he pass it around.
Mighty, mighty, pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
(Ssshew white lightning.)
Well the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were looking tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cooking
(Ssshew white lightning.)
--- 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
Cause my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.
Light was started, flashing thunder started crashing
(Ssshew white lightning.)
Well, the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were looking tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cooking
(Ssshew white lightning.)
--- Instrumental ---
Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I just gotta taste that powerful stuff
Took one slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground.
Mighty, mighty, pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
(Ssshew white lightning.)
Well, the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were looking tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cooking
(Ssshew white lightning...)
