Here it is--a classic by George Jones.

WHITE LIGHTNIN'

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old Pappy, and he had him a still
He brewed White Lightnin' till the sun went down
Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin', Pappy's corn squeezin'
Shhhhhhhhhhooo...White Lightnin'!

Chorus:
Well the G-men, T-men, revenuers too
Were searchin' for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him, but my Pappy kept on cookin'
Wshhhhh...oooh...White Lightnin'!

Well I asked my old Pappy why he called his brew
"White Lightnin'" instead of "Mountain Dew"
I took a little sip, and right away I knew
Cause my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started crashin'
Wshhhhh...White Lightnin'!

Chorus

Well a city-slicker came, and he said "I'm tough"
"I think I wanna taste of that powerful stuff!"
He took one s-slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moan as he hit the ground
Mighty mighty pleasin', your Pappy's corn squeezin'
Wshhhhh...ooh...White Lightnin'!

Chorus


--Mbo