Waylon Jennings Follow

Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug, he'd pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'
White lightnin'

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
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
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started crashin'
White lightnin'

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
White lightnin'

Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff"
He took one swift slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squezin'
White lightnin'

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenuers too
Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'

Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down