| Well, way back in Carolina, way back in the hills
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| Lived my ol' pappy and we had us a still
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| Well we brewed white lightning till the sun went down
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| I’d fill him a jug and he’d pass it around
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| Mighty, mighty pleasin', my daddy’s gone squeezin'
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| Sssh mercy, white lightning
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| Oh the G-men, T-men and revenuers too
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| Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
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| They were lookin' tryin' to book him
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| But my daddy kept on cookin', pprrrsss, white lightning
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| Well my mammy asked pappy what he’d call his brew
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| White lightning 'stead of mountain dew
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| I took a little sip and right away I knew
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| As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
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| Well, lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing
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| White lightning! |