Well in North Carolina way back in the hills
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Lived my pappy and he had 'im a still
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He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
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Fill 'im a jug and he pass it around
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Mighty mighty pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
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(Whew White lightning)
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Well the G men T men revenoers too
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Searching for the place where he made his brew
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They were looking trying to book 'im but my pappy kept on cooking
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(Whew White lightning)
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[ guitar ]
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Well I asked my 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 then I knew
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As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
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Lightning started flashing thunder started crashing
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(Whew White lightning)
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Well the G men T men revenoers too...
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[ steel ]
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A city slicker came and said I mighty tough
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I think I want to take that powerful stuff
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He took one slug drank it right down
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I heard him moan as he hit the ground
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Mighty mighty pleasing your pappy's corn squeezing
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(Whew White lightning)
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Well the G men T men revenoers too...
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White Lightning
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| Del Reeves |
