White Lightning Songtext
von Waylon Jennings

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
And then he′d fill him a jug

And he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin′
You're pappy's corn squeezin′
White lightning

Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searchin′ for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin′ to book him
White lightning

Well, I asked my old pappy
Why he called his brew
White lightning, instead 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′
White lightning

Yeah, 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'
White lightning

Well, a city slicker came
And he said: I′m tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drink it right down

And I heard him moanin′ as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin'
You′re pappy's corn squeezin′
White lightning

Yeah, 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'