Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
There lived by old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
Then he filled him a jug and he passed it around
Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezings
Ooh white lightning
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Well the G men, the T man, revenuers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, trying to book him
But my pappy kept on cooking
Ooh white lightning
One day I asked my pappy what he called his brew
White lightning instead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
When my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
Ooh, my goodness, white lightning
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Well a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I'd like to try that powerful stuff
He took a little slug and he drank it on down
You could hear him a moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezings
Ooh white lightning
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