(Whew whay soway) white lightning
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[ guitar ]
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In the Arkansas mountains way back in the hills
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Lived my old pappy we had us a still
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We brewed white lightning till the sun went down
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And we take out a jug and we pass it around
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Mighty mighty pleasin' my pappy's corn squeezin'
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(Whew whay soway) white lightning
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[ guitar ]
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Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
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White lightning stead of mountain dew
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I took a little sip and right away I knew
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As my eyes bugged out (and my face turned blue)
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Lightning started splashin' thunder started crashin'
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(Whew whay soway) white lightning
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[ guitar ]
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Well the G men T men revenoers too
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Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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They were looking tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'
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(Whew whay soway) white lightning
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[ guitar - steel ]
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Well a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
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I gotta have a drink of that powerful stuff
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He took one drink and he slug it right down
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And I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground
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Mighty mighty pleasin' your pappy's corn squeezin'
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(Whew whay soway) white lightning
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[ guitar ]
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Well the G men T men...
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White Lightning
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| Conway Twitty |
