White Lightning (v2) — текст песни (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.)

--- Instrumental ---

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.)

--- Instrumental ---

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.)