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               B
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..white Lightning.

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

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                              A
'Mighty, mighty, pleasin', your 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                            E               
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..yeah, 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.