Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Me, my old pappy, and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty please and pappy's corn squeeze
Shhh, white lightning
Well the T-man's, T-man, revenues too
Searchin for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, trying book him, but my pappy kept a cooking
Shhh, white lightning
Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightning stead of Mountain Dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew,
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
Shhh, white lightning
Well the T-man's, T-man, revenues too
Searchin for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, trying book him, but my pappy kept a cooking
Shhh, white lightning
Well a city slicker came and he said 'I'm tough'
'I think I wanna taste that purple stuff'
He took one slug and he drank right down,
And I heard him a moanin as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty please and your pappy's corn squeezein
Shhh, White lightning
The T-man's, T-man, revenues too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, trying book him, but my pappy kept a cooking
Shhh, white lightning
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