White Lightnin´ - George Jones, George „Thumper“ Jones

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills

Me and my old pappy and he had him a still

We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down

Then he’d fill him a jug and he’d pass it around

Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy’s corn squeezin'

Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'

Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin to book him

But my pappy kept a-cookin'

Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'

Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew

White lightnin' 'stead 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' and thunder started crashin'

Shhhoooh… white lightnin'

Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin to book him

But my pappy kept a-cookin'

Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'

Well, a city slicker came and he said I’m tough

I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff

He took one s-slug and drank it right down

And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground

Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy’s corn squeezin'

Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'

Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were looking, tryin to book him

But my pappy kept a-cookin'

Whshhhoooh… white lightnin'…