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In North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
Brewed white lightning till the sun went down
Filled him a jug and he passed it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'
Shh, white lightning
Well, G-men, G-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
Shh, 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
'Cause my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightning started flashin', thunder started crashin'
Shh, white lightning
Well, G-men, G-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
Shh, white lightning
Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough
I want a drink of that powerful stuff"
He took a little sip and he drank it right down
And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'
Shh, white lightning
Well, G-men, G-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
Shh, white lightning



Авторы: James Brown, Charles A. Bobbit, Fred Wesley Copyright: Donna Dijon Music Publc., Aberbach Inc., Glad Music, Fort Knox Music Co, Glad Music Co


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