The Big Bopper — White Lightning

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', my pappy's corn squeezin's called 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 I asked my pappy why called his brew White lightning, 'stead of mountain dew I took one sip and then I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Mighty, mighty pleasin', my pappy's corn squeezin's called White Lightning Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' book him But my pappy kept on cookin' White Lightning Well, a city slicker came, and said "I'm mighty tough." "I think I want to taste that powerful stuff." He took one slug and he drank it right down And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin', my pappy's corn squeezin's called White Lightning Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin', tryin' book him But my pappy kept on cookin' White Lightning!