One, two.Well, in North Carolina way back in the hillsLived my old pappy and he had him a stillHe brewed white lightning till the sun went downAnd then he filled him a jug and he passed it aroundMighty, mighty pleasing, pappy's corn squeezingWhite lightningWell, a team and a team and a revel in doers tooI searched for the place where he made his brewThey were looking fine to hook him upMy pappy kept on cookingWham, bam, who shot Sam?My gosh, what a holeWell, I asked my old pappy why he called his brewWhite lightning stood him out and knewWell, I took a little sip and right away I knewAs my eyes bugged out and my face turned blueLightning started flashing, thunder started crashingWhite lightningWell, a team and a team and a revel in doers tooI searched for the place where he made his brewThey were looking fine to hook him upMy pappy kept on cookingBrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrWhite lightningWell, the city snicker came and he said I'm toughI believe I want itI believe I want itThat's the powerful stuffHe took one slugAnd he drank it right downAnd I heard him a moaningAnd a groaningAs he hit the groundMighty, mighty pleasingPacked his corn squeezingBrr-brr-brr-brr-brrAh, why, lightningWell, the jeans had a seamAnd a revenueSearching for the placeWhere he made his foodThey were looking, trying to book himBut my battery kept on cookingWas a cooking nerve, BillWay to lightningThank youThank you all very muchHey, thank you muchYou know, I guessWhen it comes to songwritersI guess I owe probably more to Jimmy WebbThan any other writer in the businessHe's a fantastic songwriterJimmy wrote this songAnd boy, I like it much