Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
And then he’d fill him a jug
And he’d pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin'
You’re pappy’s corn squeezin'
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
White lightning
Well, I asked my old pappy
Why he called his brew
White lightning instead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin'
Thunder started clashin'
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, a city slicker came
And he said, «I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff»
He took one slug and he drink it right down
And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin'
You’re pappy’s corn squeezin'
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'
Big Bopper wrote the song, later performed by The Possum and Waylon. Btw, Waylon Jennings avoided being that plane crash that killed Big Bopper, Buddy Holly, and Richie Valens.