Well, in North Carolina, back in the hill
Lived my old pappy when he had him still
Brewed white light until the sun went down
Gave him a jug and he passed it around
Mighty, mighty breeze and your pappy's called squeeze
Whistle
White light
Well, the G-men team in the revenue is two
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, trying to book him, but my pappy kept on cooking
Whistle
White light
Music
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called it brew
White light instead of mountain dew
Took a little sitting right away, I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
Whistle
White light
Music
Well, the G-men team in the revenue is two
Searching for the place where he made his brew


They were looking, trying to book him, but my pappy kept on cooking
Whistle
White light
Music
Music
Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
Music
Music





Have a drink, it's a powerful stuff
Took a little drink and he drank it right down
And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty please, and your pappy's corn squeezed
Brr, white lining
Well, the G-men team in the river knew his tooth
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin' tryin' to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin'
White lining