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White Lightning    (1959)

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy he had him a still
We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'
Shhhhhhh . . . 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'
Shhhhhhh . . . white lightnin'

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

Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down
And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin, your pappy's corn squeezin'
Shhhhhhh . . . 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'
Shhhhhhh . . . white lightnin'...

Lyrics by J. P. Richardson.
Recorded by George Jones; many others.

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