White Lightning (v2)

(J.P. Richardson)



Well, down in Houston Texas way back in the hills

Lived my old pappy and he had him a still

He brewed white lightning till the sun went down

He fill him a jug and he pass it around

Mighty, mighty pleasin' pappy's corn squeezin' (whew, white lightning.)



Well, the G men, T men, revenoers too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were lookin', tryin' to book him

But my pappy kept on cookin'

(Whew, white lightning.)



--- Instrumental ---



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

My eyes bugged out and my face turned blue

Light was started flashin', sun was gonna clashin' (whew, white lightning.)



Well the G men, T men, revenoers too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were lookin', tryin' to book him

But my pappy kept on cookin'

(Whew, white lightning.)



--- Instrumental ---



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

I think I'm gonna taste that powerful stuff

He took one slug and he drank it on down

I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground

Mighty, mighty pleasing' my pappy's corn squeezin' (whew, white lightning.)



Well the G men, T men, revenoers too

Searching for the place where he made his brew

They were lookin', tryin' to book him

But my pappy kept on cookin'

(Whew, white lightning.)