In North Carolina way back in the hills
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Lived my pappy and he had him a still
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He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down
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Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around
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Mighty mighty pleasin'
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Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it
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White Lightning
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G-men, T-men, Revenue too
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Searching for the place where he made his brew
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They were lookin' tryna book him
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But my pappy kept a-cookin' it
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White Lightning
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I asked my pappy why he called the brew
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White Lightning's full of morning dew
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Took one sip then I knew
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When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue
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A city slicker came and said "I'm mighty tough,
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I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff"
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Took one slug and drank it right down
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And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground
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Shout!
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WHITE LIGHTNING
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| The Fall |
