Текст песни White Lightnin' - Mark Knopfler , George Jones

Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Me, my old pappy, and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning 'til the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around

Mighty, mighty please and pappy's corn squeeze
Shh, white lightning
Well, the T-man's, T-man, revenues too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryna book him, my pappy kept a cooking
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
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue

Lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
Whoa, white lightning
Well, the T-man's, T-man, revenues too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryna book him, my pappy kept a cooking
Shh, white lightning

Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that purple stuff
He took one slug and he drank it all down
I heard him a moanin' as he hit the ground

Mighty, mighty please and pappy's corn squeeze
Shh, white lightning
Well, the T-man's, T-man, revenues too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were looking, tryna book him, my pappy kept a cooking
Shh, white lightning