White lightnin' it's said will shatter your head   And drive the old mem'ries right out of your frame   So I got me a bottle and I open the throttle   But those dark lonely thoughts are all just the same   Oh the bottle hasn't been made the glass hasn't been spun   The mole hasn't been cast the world hasn't begun   To make the bottle to hold the alcohol   That would tear up with my head make me forget the love that I had   No the bottle hasn't been made   I tried pink champagne and from that to home brew   They're pretty strong fellows they really came true   But there in the mist of my cloudy brain   You stood there smiling and down came the rain   Oh the bottle hasn't been made the glass hasn't been spun   The mole hasn't been cast the world hasn't begun   To make the bottle to hold the alcohol   That would tear up with my head fog up my brain   Spit up my heart dry up my eyes ease up the pain   Make me forget the sweet tender touch that I love so much   No the bottle hasn't been made