White Lightnin' - Bill Wyman

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Can’t you feel it get ya

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good

Knew a man, lived on a hill

Had a whiskey still

People from miles around

Drank his whiskey down

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Can’t you feel it get ya

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good

Knew a man, had a mule

What a stubborn fool

Put some liquor in his feed

Fastest thing I’ve seen

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Can’t you feel it get ya

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Can’t you feel it get ya

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good

Knew a man, ninety-five

Nobody knew if he was dead or alive

Getting on liquor everyday

Just to keep them rats away

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Can’t you feel it get ya

Can’t you feel it hit ya?

Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good

Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good

Oh, white lightnin' sure tastes good