Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
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Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still
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We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
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Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
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Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'
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Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'
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(Chorus)
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Well 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 looking, tryin to book him, but my pappy kept a-cookin'
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Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'
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Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
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White lightnin' '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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Lightnin' started flashin' thunder started clashin'
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Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin'
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(Repeat chorus)
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Well a city slicker came 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 s-s-slug and drank it right down
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And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground
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Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'
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Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'
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(Repeat chorus)
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White Lightnin'
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George Jones |