Well, in the North of Carolina, way back in the hillsMe and my old pappy and he had him a stillHe brewed white lightnin' till the sun went downAnd then you'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it aroundMighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin'Ssh, white lightningWell, the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, tooSearchin' for the place where he made his brewThey were looking, tryin to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin'Phoo, white lightningWell, I asked my old pappy why he called his brewWhite lightning 'stead of mountain dewI took a little sip and right away I knewAs my eyes bugged out and my face turned blueLightning started flashin', thunder started clashin'Fshhh, white lightnin'Well, the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, tooSearchin' for the place where he made his brewThey were looking, tryin to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'Whshh, white lightningWell, a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough"I think I want to taste that powerful stuffHe took one s-slug and drank it right downAnd I heard him a-moaning as he hit the groundMighty, mighty pleasin', your pappy's corn squeezin'Sshoo, white lightningThe "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, tooSearchin' for the place where he made his brewThey were looking, tryin' to book him but my pappy kept on cookin'Sshoo, white lightning
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George Glenn Jones (12 de septiembre de 1931 - 26 de abril de 2013) fue un cantante country estadounidense conocido por su larga lista de éxitos, distintiva voz y fraseos y su matrimonio con Tammy Wynette.
En los últimos 20 años fue conocido como "the…
