Lyrics:

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug
And he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasing
You're pappy's corn squeezing
White lightning

Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, trying to book him
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 clashing
White lightning


Well, a city slicker came
And he said, 'I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff'
He took one slug and he drink it right down
And I heard him moaning as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing
You're pappy's corn squeezing
White lightning