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'      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' thunder started clashin'   Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin'      (Repeat chorus)      Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"   I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff   He took one s-s-slug 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'      (Repeat chorus)