It was the thirty first gathering of the Thompsons, Joneses, and Smiths
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There were tables full of chicken, taters, collard greens, and grits
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Well, it all took place at Hatie Lake State Park
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Volleyball, fishin', badmitton, yard darts
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Aunt Irene said she'd never seen a turnout like this
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Well, it started with hand shakes and lordy, how the babies have grown
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As the sun got hotter the day got to draggin' along
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I saw Uncle Gene comin' back from his car
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With somethin' clear as water in a mason jar
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The lemonade got hearty and, lordy, the party was on
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That ol' boom box got louder and louder
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Actin' civilzed didn't seem to matter
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Everybody got to showin' their honey includin' me
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Lord, I'd never known granny to take her a sip
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But the words were a slurrin' comin' off of her lips
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And it dawned on me, white lightnin' hit the family tree
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Well, cousin Johnny was a gator, Jimmy was a UT fan
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And that football talk was quickly gettin' out of hand
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And granny told Uncle Dave that she hated his guts
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Got right up in his face said, your whole famn damily's nuts
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Chicken legs got to flyin' and the whoop started hittin' the fan
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Yeah, that ol' boom box got louder and louder
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Actin' civilzed didn't seem to matter
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Everybody got to showin' their honey includin' me
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Lord, I'd never known granny to take her a sip
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But the words were a slurrin' comin' off of her lips
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And it dawned on me, white lightnin' hit the family tree
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Well, that ol' park ranger jumped out of his car
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Said, "Listen here folks, it's gone a little too far"
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Tear it all down, pack it all up
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Call it quits while there's still a little love
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Yeah, I've never known granny to take her a sip
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But the words were a slurrin' comin' off of her lips
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And it dawned on me, white lightnin' hit the family tree
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Yeah, it dawned on me, white lightnin' hit the family tree
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Ohh, that day we had a good time, man
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Take it home, yo
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White Lightning Hit The Family Tree
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Chris Young |