(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 pass 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...
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