Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills,

Lived my pappy and he had him a still.

He brewed white lightning ′till the sun went down,

And then he'd fill him a jug, an′ pass it around.

Mighty, mighty pleasin', you're pappy′s corn squeezin′

White Lightning

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenurers too,

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew.

They were lookin′, tryin' to book him,

But my pappy kept on cookin′

White Lightning

Well I asked my pappy why call it brew,

White lightning, 'stead of mountain dew.

I took on sip and then I knew,

As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.

Mighty, mighty pleasin′, you're pappy's corn squeezin′

White Lightning

Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too,

Searchin′ for the place where he made his brew.

They were lookin', tryin′ book him,

But my pappy kept on cookin'

White Lightning

Well, a city slicker came, and said "I′m mighty 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′, you're pappy's corn squeezin′

White Lightning

Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too,

Searchin′ for the place where he made his brew.

They were lookin', tryin′ book him

But my pappy kept on cookin'

White Lightning!