White Lightning
The Big Bopper

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills,
Lived my pappy and he had him a still.
He brewed white lightning 'till the sun went down,
And then he'd fill him a jug, an' pass it around.
Mighty, mighty pleasin', you're pappy's corn squeezin'
White Lightning

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenurers too,
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
But my pappy kept on cookin'
White Lightning

Well I asked my pappy why call it brew,
White lightning, 'stead of mountain dew.
I took on sip and then I knew,
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.
Mighty, mighty pleasin', you're pappy's corn squeezin'
White Lightning

Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too,
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
They were lookin', tryin' book him,
But my pappy kept on cookin'
White Lightning

Well, a city slicker came, and said "I'm mighty tough."
"I think I want to 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', you're pappy's corn squeezin'
White Lightning

Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too,
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
They were lookin', tryin' book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
White Lightning!

Written by NICHOLLS, BILLY
Published by EMI Music Publishing

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