In North Carolina way back in the hills

Lived my pappy and he had him a still

He brewed white lightning 'til the sun go down

Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around





Mighty mighty pleasin'

Poppa kept a-squeezin' and called it

White Lightning





G-men, T-men, Revenue too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were lookin' tryna book him

But my pappy kept a-cookin' it

White Lightning





I asked my pappy why he called the brew

White Lightning's full of morning dew

Took one sip then I knew

When my eyes bulged out and my face turned blue





A city slicker came and said