One, two.
Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
And then he filled him a jug and he passed it around
Mighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezing
White lightning
Well, a team and a team and a revel in doers too
I searched for the place where he made his brew
They were looking fine to hook him up
My pappy kept on cooking
Wham, bam, who shot Sam?
My gosh, what a hole
Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightning stood him out and knew
Well, I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
White lightning
Well, a team and a team and a revel in doers too
I searched for the place where he made his brew
They were looking fine to hook him up
My pappy kept on cooking
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
White lightning
Well, the city snicker came and he said I'm tough
I believe I want it
I believe I want it
That's the powerful stuff
He took one slug
And he drank it right down
And I heard him a moaning
And a groaning
As he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing
Packed his corn squeezing
Brr-brr-brr-brr-brr
Ah, why, lightning
Well, the jeans had a seam
And a revenue
Searching for the place
Where he made his food
They were looking, trying to book him
But my battery kept on cooking
Was a cooking nerve, Bill
Way to lightning
Thank you
Thank you all very much
Hey, thank you much
You know, I guess
When it comes to songwriters
I guess I owe probably more to Jimmy Webb
Than any other writer in the business
He's a fantastic songwriter
Jimmy wrote this song
And boy, I like it much