White Lightning (George Jones)

Lyrics

Well in northern Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my Uncle Bobby and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning til 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
Ooh, white lightning

Well, 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
Ooh, white lightning

Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightning '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
Ooh, my goodness, white lightning

Well, 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
Ooh, white lightning

Well, a city slicker came, and he said, "I'm tough
I think I'd like to try that powerful stuff"
He took a little slug and he drink it right down
And I heard him moanin as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin
Ooh, white lightning

Well, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too
Searchin for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin, tryin to book him
But RatDog kept on cookin
Ooh, my goodness, white lightning