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Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills Me, my old pappy, and he had him a still He brewed white lightning 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty please and pappy's corn squeeze Shh, white lightning Well, the T-man's, T-man, revenues too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryna book him, my pappy kept a cooking Shh, white lightning
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightning instead of Mountain Dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing Whoa, white lightning Well, the T-man's, T-man, revenues too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryna book him, my pappy kept a cooking Shh, white lightning
Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough I think I wanna taste that purple stuff He took one slug and he drank it all down I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty please and pappy's corn squeeze Shh, white lightning Well, the T-man's, T-man, revenues too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryna book him, my pappy kept a cooking Shh, white lightning
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