(Whew whay soway) white lightning In the Arkansas mountains way back in the hills Lived my old pappy we had us a still We brewed white lightning till the sun went down And we take out a jug and we pa** it around Mighty, mighty pleasin', my pappy's corn squeezin' (Whew whay soway) white lightning. 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 My eyes bugged out (and my face turned blue) Lightning started splashin', thunder started crashin' (Whew whay soway) white lightning. Well, the G men, T men, revenoers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' to book him But my pappy kept on cookin' (Whew whay soway) white lightning. Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough I gotta have a drink of that powerful stuff He took one drink and he slug it right down And I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin' (Whew whay soway) white lightning. Well the G men, T men...