Sing it George

"White Lightnin!"

"Well, a north of Carolina way back in the hills
Me and my ol’ pappy and he had him a still
He brewed White Lightnin’ ‘til the sun went down
And then he’d fill him a jug and pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin’, pappys corn squeezin’

Well the "G" men and "T" men and revenuers too
Searchin’ for the place where he made his brew
But my pappy kept a cookin’Ooooooooooooooooh, WHITE LIGHTNIN!"