Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills

Lived my pappy and he had him a still

He brewed white lightning 'till the sun went down

And then he'd fill him a jug, an' pass it around

Mighty, mighty pleasin', you're pappy's corn squeezin'

White Lightning

Yeah, the G-men, T-men, revenurers 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