White Lightning

In North Carolina way back in the hills Lived my pappy and he had him a still He brewed white lightning `til the sun go down Then he`d get out a jug and pass it around Mighty mighty pleasin` Poppa kept a-squeezin` and called it White Lightning G-men, T-men, Revenue too Searching for the place where he made his brew They were lookin` tryna book him But my pappy kept a-cookin` it White Lightning I asked my pappy why he called the brew White Lightning`s full of morning dew Took one sip then I knew When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue A city slicker came and said "I`m mighty tough, I wanna get a taste of the powerful stuff" Took one slug and drank it right down And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground Shout!