White Lightning

White Lightning

The Grascals

In North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy had a hand in a field
We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
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 looking, 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
Took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue

Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started crashin'
White lightnin'

Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin', white lightnin'

Now a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough"
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one glug and drank it right down
I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground

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 looking, tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept a-cookin', white lightnin'

Written by J.P. RICHARDSON
Published by GLAD MUSIC CO., CARLIN AMERICA INC, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC

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