Write Lightning - Waylon Jennings

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'