Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
And then you'll fill up a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin' your pappy's corn squeezin '
Whoosh, 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 on cookin'
Whoosh, 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'
Whoosh, white lightnin'
Well, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
An' they were lookin tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'
Whoosh, white lightnin'
Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough
I think I want to taste that powerful stuff"
He took one slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty mighty pleasin' you're pappy's corn squeezin'
Whoosh, white lightnin'
Well, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
An' they were lookin tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'
Whoosh, white lightnin'