White Lightning

E
In North Carolina, way back in the 
hills,

there lived my Pappy and he had him 
a still.
   A
He brewed white lightning till the 
sun was down,
              E
and then he'd fill him a jug, and 
pass it around.
B                           A
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's 
corn squeezin'..
        E
called, white Lightning.

CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he 
made his brew.
          B
They were lookin', tryin' to book 
him,
       A                      E   
But my Pappy kept on 
            B
cookin'..white Lightning.

#2.
  E
I asked my Pappy why he called his 
brew..

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white lightning, instead of mountain
 dew.
  A
I took one sip and then I knew,
      E
as my eyes bugged out and my face 
turned blue.
B                           A
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's 
corn squeezin'..
        E
called..white Lightning.

CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he 
made his brew.
          B
They were lookin', tryin' to book 
him,
       A                      E
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..white 
Lightning.

#3.
  E
A city slicker came, and said, "I'm 
mighty tough..

I think I wanna taste that powerful 
stuff.'
   A
He took one slug and he drank it 
right down,
      E
and I heard him a-moanin' as he hit 
the ground..
 B                             
'Mighty, mighty, pleasin', your 
 A
Pappy's corn squeezin'..
             E
It's called..White Lightning.

CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he 
made his brew.
          B
They were lookin', tryin' to book 
him,
       A                           
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..yeah,
 E
 white Lightning.

CHORUS:
A
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
E
searchin' for the place where he 
made his brew.
          B
They were lookin', tryin' to book 
him,
       A                      E
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..white 
Lightning.