Well, in North Carolina, back in the hills, lived my old pappy, and he had him still.
Grew white lightning till the sun went down, lit him a jug, and he passed it around.
Mighty, mighty breeze, and your pappy's called squeeze.
Pssh! White lightning.
Well, the G-men team in the revenue is two, searching for the place where he made his booze.
They were looking, trying to book him, but my pappy kept on cooking.
Pssh! White lightning.
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his booze.
White lightning said a mountain dew took a little sitting right away, I knew.
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue, lightning started, flames and thunder started crashing.
Pssh! White lightning.
Pssh! White lightning.
Well, the G-men team in the revenue is two, searching for the place where he made his booze.
They were looking, trying to book him, but my pappy kept on cooking.
Pssh! White lightning.
Well, a city slicker came and he said, I'm tough.
He said, I'm tough.





I have a drink, it's a powerful stuff.
He took a little drink and he drank it right down.
And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground.
Mighty, mighty please, and your pappy's called squeeze.
Pssh! White lightning.
Well, the G-men team in the revenue is two, searching for the place where he made his booze.
They were looking, trying to book him, but my pappy kept on cooking.
Pssh! White lightning.
Pssh! White lightning.
Pssh! White lightning.
Pssh, white lightning.
Pssh!
Pssh! White lightning.