White Lightnin’ (1965) Songtext
von Waylon Jennings

Well, in North Carolina way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin′ till the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug, he′d pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin′
White lightnin′

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 lightnin'


Well, I asked my old pappy why he called his brew
White lightnin′ 'stead of mountain dew
I took a little sip and right away I knew as
As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Lightnin' started flashin′, thunder started crashin′
White lightnin'

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 lightnin′

Well, a city slicker came and he said, "I'm tough
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff"
He took one swift slug and he drank it right down
And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasin′, your pappy′s corn squezin'
White lightnin′

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′