Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
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Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
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He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
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And then he'd fill him a jug
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And he'd pass it around
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Mighty, mighty pleasin'
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You're pappy's corn squeezin'
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White lightning
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Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
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Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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They were lookin', tryin' to book him
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White lightning
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Well, I asked my old pappy
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Why he called his brew
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White lightning instead 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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Lightnin' started flashin'
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Thunder started clashin'
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White lightning
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Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
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Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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They were lookin', tryin' to book him
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But my pappy kept on cookin'
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White lightning
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Well, a city slicker came
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And he said, "I'm tough
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I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff"
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He took one slug and he drink it right down
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And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
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Mighty, mighty pleasin'
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You're pappy's corn squeezin'
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White lightning
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Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
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Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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They were lookin', tryin' to book him
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But my pappy kept on cookin'
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White Lightning
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| Waylon Jennings |
