| Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
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| Me and my old pappy and he had him a still
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| We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
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| Then he’d fill him a jug and he’d pass it around
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| Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy’s corn squeezin'
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| Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'
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| Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
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| Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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| They were looking, tryin to book him
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| But my pappy kept a-cookin'
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| Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'
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| Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
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| White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew
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| I took a little sip and right away I knew
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| As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
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| Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin'
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| Shhhoooh… white lightnin'
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| Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
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| Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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| They were looking, tryin to book him
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| But my pappy kept a-cookin'
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| Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'
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| Well, a city slicker came and he said I’m tough
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| I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
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| He took one s-slug and drank it right down
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| And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground
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| Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy’s corn squeezin'
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| Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'
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| Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
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| Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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| They were looking, tryin to book him
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| But my pappy kept a-cookin'
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| Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'… |