Well, down in Houston, Texas, way back in the hills Me and my Pappy Daddy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, Pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Well, the G-men, T-men, the Revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin' to book him But Pappy kept a-cookin' White lightnin' Well, I asked my Pappy Daddy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead 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 crashin' My goodness, white lightnin' Well, the G-men, T-men, the Revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin' to book him But Pappy kept a-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 s-s-sip and drank it all down And I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, Pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Well, the G-men, T-men, the Revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin' to book him But Pappy kept a-cookin' White lightnin' ©Fort Knox Music / Glad Music Co. / Trio Music Co. Inc.