[Lyrics George Jones - White Lightning]
Well, in the North of Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down
And then you'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'
Ssh, white lightning

Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin'
Phoo, white lightning

Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightning 'stead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashin', thunder started clashin'
Fshhh, white lightnin'

Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'
Whshh, white lightning

Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I want to taste that powerful stuff
He took one s-slug and drank it right down
And I heard him a-moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin'
Sshoo, white lightning

The G men, T men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'
Sshoo, white lightning

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