Well in North Carolina way back in the hills
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Lived my old pappy we had us a still
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He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
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Then he fill him a jug and he pass it around
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Mighty mighty pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
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(Ssshew white lightning)
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Well the G men T men revenoers too
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Searching for the place where he made his brew
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They were looking tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cooking
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(Ssshew white lightning)
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[ guitar ]
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Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
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White lightning stead of mountain dew
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I took a little sip and right away I knew
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Cause my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
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Light was started flashing thunder started crashing
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(Ssshew white lightning)
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Well the G men T men revenoers too...
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[ piano ]
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Well a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
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I just gotta taste that powerful stuff
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Took one slug and he drank it right down
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And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
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Mighty mighty pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing
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(Ssshew white lightning)
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Well the G men T men revenoers too...
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White Lightning
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| Rose Maddox |
