Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Lived my old pappy and he had him a still He 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 Thunder started flashin', lightnin' started clashin'... 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 slug and drank it on down And I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground Thunder started flashin', lightnin started clashin' Mmmmm.... white lightnin'