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Well in North Carolina way back in the hills Lived my old pappy and he had him a still He brewed white lightning 'til the sun went down, And then he'd fill him a jug mmm-hmm and pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin' you're pappy's home-squeezin' Bwsh, white lightnin' [Chorus] Yeah the G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin' Bwsh, 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' Bwsh, white lightnin' [Chorus] Well a city slicker came and said "I'm tough I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff" He took one shlug and he drank it right down And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty mighty pleasin' you're pappy's home-squeezin' Bwsh, white lightnin' Yeah the G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin' |