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Waylon Jennings

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Waylon Jennings At JD's

Well, in North Carolina, way back in the hills
 Lived my old pappy and he had him a still
 He brewed white lightning until the sun went down
 And then he'd fill him a jug


 And he'd pass it around
 Mighty, mighty pleasin'
 You're pappy's corn squeezin'
 White lightning


 Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
 Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
 They were lookin', tryin' to book him
 White lightning


 Well, I asked my old pappy
 Why he called his brew
 White lightning instead of mountain dew
 I took a little sip and right away I knew


 As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue
 Lightnin' started flashin'


 Thunder started clashin'
 White lightning


 Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
 Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
 They were lookin', tryin' to book him
 But my pappy kept on cookin'
 White lightning


 Well, a city slicker came
 And he said, "I'm tough
 I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff"
 He took one slug and he drink it right down


 And I heard him moanin' as he hit the ground
 Mighty, mighty pleasin'
 You're pappy's corn squeezin'
 White lightning


 Yeah, the G-Men, T-Men, revenuers too
 Searchin' for the place where he made his brew
 They were lookin', tryin' to book him
 But my pappy kept on cookin'