| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Can’t you feel it get ya
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good
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| Knew a man, lived on a hill
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| Had a whiskey still
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| People from miles around
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| Drank his whiskey down
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Can’t you feel it get ya
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good
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| Knew a man, had a mule
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| What a stubborn fool
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| Put some liquor in his feed
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| Fastest thing I’ve seen
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Can’t you feel it get ya
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Can’t you feel it get ya
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good
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| Knew a man, ninety-five
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| Nobody knew if he was dead or alive
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| Getting on liquor everyday
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| Just to keep them rats away
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Can’t you feel it get ya
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| Can’t you feel it hit ya?
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| Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good
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| Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good
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| Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good |