E
In North Carolina, way back in the hills,
there lived my Pappy and he had him a still.
A
He brewed white lightning till the sun was down,
E
and then he'd fill him a jug, and pass it around.
BA
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's corn squeezin'..
E
called, white Lightning.
CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
B
They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
AEB
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..white Lightning.
#2.
E
I asked my Pappy why he called his brew..
white lightning, instead of mountain dew.
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I took one sip and then I knew,
E
as my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.
BA
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's corn squeezin'..
E
called..white Lightning.
CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
B
They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
AE
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..white Lightning.
#3.
E
A city slicker came, and said, "I'm mighty tough..
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff.'
A
He took one slug and he drank it right down,
E
and I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground..
BA
'Mighty, mighty, pleasin', your Pappy's corn squeezin'..
E
It's called..White Lightning.
CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
B
They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
AE
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..yeah, white Lightning.
CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
B
They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
AE
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..white Lightning.