Lyrics

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in 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' White lightnin' Well, the "G" men, "T" men, the revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin' to book him But my pappy kept a-cookin' 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 Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Yeah, the "G" men, "T" men, the revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin' to book him My pappy kept a-cookin' White lightnin' Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one slug and drank it on down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Yeah, the "G" men, "T" men, the revenuers, too Were searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin' to book him My pappy kept a-cookin' White lightnin'
Writer(s): J P Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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