Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song White Lightning, artist - George Jones. Date of issue: 17.04.2019
Song language: English
White Lightning |
| Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills |
| Lived my old pappy and he had him a still |
| He brewed white lightning until the sun went down |
| And then he’d fill him a jug |
| And he’d pass it around |
| Mighty, mighty pleasin' |
| You’re pappy’s corn squeezin' |
| White lightning |
| Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too |
| Searchin' for the place where he made his brew |
| They were lookin', tryin' to book him |
| 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 |
| Lightnin' started flashin' |
| Thunder started clashin' |
| White lightning |
| 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 lightning |
| Well, a city slicker came |
| And he said, «I'm tough |
| I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff» |
| He took one slug and he drink it right down |
| And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground |
| Mighty, mighty pleasin' |
| You’re pappy’s corn squeezin' |
| White lightning |
| 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' |