Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
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There lived by old pappy and he had him a still
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He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
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Then he filled him a jug and he passed it around
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Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezings
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Ooh white lightning
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Well the "G" men, the "T" man, revenuers too
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Searching for the place where he made his brew
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They were looking, trying to book him
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But my pappy kept on cooking
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Ooh white lightning
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One day I asked my pappy what 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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When my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
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Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
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Ooh, my goodness, white lightning
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Well a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
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I think I'd like to try that powerful stuff
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He took a little slug and he drank it on down
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You could hear him a moaning as he hit the ground
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Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezings
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Ooh white lightning
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White Lightning
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| Shakin' Stevens |
