Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy, and he had him a still
We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
And 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, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', 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
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started clashin'
White lightnin'
Well, 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 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 s-slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground
"Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin'"
White lightnin'
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 a-cookin'
White lightnin'