White lightning (live with Gene Vincent)
George Jones / J. P. Richardson - 1960

Well, way back in Carolina, way back in the hills
lived my ol’ pappy and we had us a still.
Well, we brewed White Lightning till the sun went down
I’d fill him a jug and he’d pass it around.
Mighty, mighty pleasin’, daddy’s gone squeezin’.
Sssh… mercy, White Lightning.

Well, the G-men, T-men and revenuers too
searchin’ for the place where he made his brew.
They were lookin’ tryin’ to book him
but my daddy kept on cookin’, pprrrsss, White Lightning.

Well, my mammy asked pappy what he’d call his brew
White lightning ‘stead of mountain dew.
Well, I took a little sip and right away I knew
as my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.
Well, lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing.
Sssh… White lightning!

Well, the G-men, T-men and revenuers too…

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