(J.P. Richardson)
George Jones & Mark Knopfler

Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
He'd fill him a jug and he pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasing pappy's corn squeezing
(Whew 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
(Whew, white lightning.)

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Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I'd like to taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drank it right down
I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
(Whew, white lightning.)

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
My eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Light has startef flashing, thunder started crashing
(Whew, 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
(Whew, white lightning.)

--- Instrumental ---

Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I'd like to taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drank it right down
I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
(Whew, 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
(Whew, white lightning.)

--- Instrumental to fade ---