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White Lightning
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White Lightning was released on January 2, 1990 by Windham Hill/Legacy as a part of the album The Long Road
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Release DateJanuary 2, 1990
LabelWindham Hill/Legacy
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM60

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cliff Eberhardt
Cliff Eberhardt
Acoustic Guitar
Jake Ehrenreich
Jake Ehrenreich
Background Vocals, Drums
Seth Farber
Seth Farber
Keyboards
Kevin Jenkins
Kevin Jenkins
Bass
Jeff Pevar
Jeff Pevar
Electric Guitar
Bashiri Johnson
Bashiri Johnson
Percussion
Shawn Colvin
Shawn Colvin
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cliff Eberhardt
Cliff Eberhardt
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Peter Gallway
Peter Gallway
Producer

Lyrics

Again and it's summer and you are too late
But the devil's in blood, you don't question your fate
You move so slow
It's hot as hell, there ain't nothing moving
You can work up a sweat on the coldest of nights
But you're dry as a bone and forced to move under the lights
Nothing is the way it's promised
How many nights did you sit on that front porch
Staring at the sky above you?
How many times did you swallow that whiskey
Just to feel that heat rush through you?
You've got that white lightning, heat lightning
The heavens are calling for you to come home
Some of them give up, some of them don't
Some of them turn back and some of them won't even say goodbye
But me, I try to keep it equal
Some take a gamble, some won't take a chance
Some stumble like fools when they try to do this dance
Now everybody, choose your partner
Some dance to your life and then they leave by the night
But in this town they stay forever
It's not a question of love, just a matter of time
Before you spend your lives together
But not me, I've got that white lightning, heat lightning
I feel older than anyone else that I know
You can cry yourself when you stumble back home
But don't let anybody hear you
Hide that road map in your dresser drawer
Away from all the ones who want to hold you here
Again and it's summer, everyone sleeps
Heat lightning ain't real, it's just caused by the heat of the day
And this whiskey bottle has no label
It's all make believe and nothing is real
Heat lightning won't strike you, but white lightning will
If you let your passion loose, you would run like fire
In the heat of the night, the heavens explode
But you sit here just waiting for something
Now the sky's in your veins, put your daydreams on hold
For you must go to work in the morning
You've got that white lightning, heat lightning
The heavens are calling for you to come home
You've got that white lightning, heat lightning
The heavens are calling for you to come home
Written by: Cliff Eberhardt
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