Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills   Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still   We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down   Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around   Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'   Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'      Chorus:   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'   Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'      --- Instrumental ---      Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew   White lightnin' 'stead 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' and thunder started crashin'    Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin'      Chorus:   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'   Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'      Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"   I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff   He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down   And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground   Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin'   Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'      Chorus:   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'   Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...