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[G]Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills
There lived by old pappy and he had him a still.
He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down.
Then he filled him a jug and he passed it around.
[D7]Mighty,mighty pleasin,my[C]pappy's
corn squeezings.........(ooh-white-[G]Lightnin')
CHORUS
Well the[C] "G" men "T" men revenuers too
[G]Looking for the place where he made his brew.
They were[D7]looking tryin to book him but my [C]
pappy kept on cooking.......
(ooh-white-[G]Lighnin')
[G]Well I asked my pappy what he called his brew
He said white lightnin stead of mountain dew
I took one sip and right away I knew
Cause my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
[D7]Lightnin' started flashin[C]thunder started
crashing.......(ooh-[G]white lightnin')-chorus
[G]Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff.
He took one sip and drank it right down.
And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground
[D7]Mighty,mighty pleasin your[C]pappys
corn squeezings.......(ooh-white-[G]lightning.
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