White Lightning - Eddie Cochran, Gene Vincent

Well, way back in Carolina, way back in the hills

Lived my ol' pappy and we had us a still

Well we brewed white lightning till the sun went down

I’d fill him a jug and he’d pass it around

Mighty, mighty pleasin', my daddy’s gone squeezin'

Sssh mercy, white lightning

Oh the G-men, T-men and revenuers too

Searchin' for the place where he made his brew

They were lookin' tryin' to book him

But my daddy kept on cookin', pprrrsss, white lightning

Well my mammy asked pappy what he’d call his brew

White lightning 'stead of mountain dew

I took a little sip and right away I knew

As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue

Well, lightning started flashing, thunder started crashing

White lightning!