.In north carolina way back in the hills
Lived my pappy and he had him a still
He brewed white lightning til the sun go down
Then he'd get out a jug and pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin
Poppa kept a-squeezin and called it
White lightning
G-men, t-men, revenue.
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