Album: The Best of the Best of George Jones
(J.P. Richardson)
Well, down in Houston Texas way back in the hills
Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning till the sun went down
He fill him a jug and he pass it around
Mighty, mighty pleasin' pappy's corn squeezin' (whew, white lightning.)
Well, the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
(Whew, white lightning.)
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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
My eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
Light was started flashin', sun was gonna clashin' (whew, white lightning.)
Well the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
(Whew, white lightning.)
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Well, a city slicker came and he said I'm tough
I think I'm gonna taste that powerful stuff
He took one slug and he drank it on down
I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
Mighty, mighty pleasing' my pappy's corn squeezin' (whew, white lightning.)
Well the G men, T men, revenoers too
Searching for the place where he made his brew
They were lookin', tryin' to book him
But my pappy kept on cookin'
(Whew, white lightning.)