Lyrics:

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Me and my old pappy, and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh... white lightnin'

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'
Whshhhoooh... white lightnin'

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'
Whshhhoooh... white lightnin'

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'
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 s-slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin'
Whshhhoooh... white lightnin'

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 a-cookin'
Whshhhoooh... white lightnin'