Well, in the North of 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 you'd fill him a jug and he'd pa** it around Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' Ssh, white lightning Well, the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin' Phoo, 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 As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightning started flashin', thunder started clashin' Fshhh, white lightnin' Well, the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him but my pappy kept on cookin' Whshh, white lightning Well, a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I want to taste that powerful stuff He took one s-slug and drank it right down And I heard him a-moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin' Sshoo, white lightning The "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cookin' Sshoo, white lightning