Well, in North Carolina, back in the hillLived my old pappy when he had him stillBrewed white light until the sun went downGave him a jug and he passed it aroundMighty, mighty breeze and your pappy's called squeezeWhistleWhite lightWell, the G-men team in the revenue is twoSearching for the place where he made his brewThey were looking, trying to book him, but my pappy kept on cookingWhistleWhite lightMusicWell, I asked my old pappy why he called it brewWhite light instead of mountain dewTook a little sitting right away, I knewAs my eyes bugged out and my face turned blueLightning started flashing, thunder started crashingWhistleWhite lightMusicWell, the G-men team in the revenue is twoSearching for the place where he made his brewThey were looking, trying to book him, but my pappy kept on cookingWhistleWhite lightMusicMusicWell, a city slicker came and he said I'm toughMusicMusicHave a drink, it's a powerful stuffTook a little drink and he drank it right downAnd I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the groundMighty, mighty please, and your pappy's corn squeezedBrr, white liningWell, the G-men team in the river knew his toothSearchin' for the place where he made his brewThey were lookin' tryin' to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin'White lining