well in north carolina way back in the hills lived my old pappy and he had him a still he brewed white lightning until the sun went down and then he d fill him a jug and he d pass it around mighty mighty pleasin you re pappy s corn squeezin white lightning yeah the g men t men revenuers too searchin for the place where he made his brew they were lookin tryin to book him white lightning well i asked my old pappy why he called his brew white lightning instead of mountain dew i took a little sip and right away i knew as my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue lightnin started flashin thunder started clashin white lightning well a city slicker came and he said i m tough i think i wanna taste that powerful stuff he took one slug and he drink it right down and i heard him moanin as he hit the ground mighty mighty pleasin you re pappy s corn squeezin white lightning 