Waylon Jennings - White Lightnin' | Текст песни

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In North Carolina, way back in the hills,
there lived my Pappy and he had him a still.
He brewed white lightning till the sun was down,
and then he'd fill him a jug, and pass it around.
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's corn squeezin'..
called, white Lightning.

CHORUS:
G-men, T-men, Revenurers 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.

#2.
I asked my Pappy why he called his brew..
white lightning, instead of mountain dew.
I took one sip and then I knew,
as my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.
Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's corn squeezin'..
called..white Lightning.

CHORUS:
G-men, T-men, Revenurers 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.

#3.
A city slicker came, and said, \"I'm mighty tough..
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff.'
He took one slug and he drank it right down,
and I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground..
'Mighty, mighty, pleasin', your Pappy's corn squeezin'..
It's called..White Lightning.

CHORUS:
G-men, T-men, Revenurers too,
searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
But my Pappy kept on cookin'..yeah, white Lightning.

CHORUS:
G-men, T-men, Revenurers 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.

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