Waylon Jennings
White Lightening
Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
And then he`d fill him a jug
And he`d pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin`
You`re pappy`s corn squeezin`
White lightning
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searchin` for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin`, tryin` to book him
White lightning
Well, I asked my old pappy
Why he called his brew
White lightning, instead 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`
Thunder started clashin`
White lightning
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searchin` for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin`, tryin` to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin`
White lightning
Well, a city slicker came
And he said: I`m tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drink it right down
And I heard him moanin` as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin`
You`re pappy`s corn squeezin`
White lightning
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searchin` for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin`, tryin` to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin`
White Lightening
Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
And then he`d fill him a jug
And he`d pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin`
You`re pappy`s corn squeezin`
White lightning
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searchin` for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin`, tryin` to book him
White lightning
Well, I asked my old pappy
Why he called his brew
White lightning, instead 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`
Thunder started clashin`
White lightning
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searchin` for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin`, tryin` to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin`
White lightning
Well, a city slicker came
And he said: I`m tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drink it right down
And I heard him moanin` as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin`
You`re pappy`s corn squeezin`
White lightning
Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searchin` for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin`, tryin` to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin`