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Introdução: Bb
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In North Carolina, way back in the hills,
there lived my Pappy and he had him a still.
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He brewed white lightning till the sun was down,
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and then he'd fill him a jug, and pass it around.
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Mighty, mighty pleasin', my Pappy's corn squeezin'..
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whew, white Lightning.
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searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
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They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
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But my Pappy kept on cookin'..white Lightning.
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#2.
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I asked my Pappy why he called his brew..
white lightning, instead of mountain dew.
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I took one sip and then I knew,
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as my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue.
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Lightnin' started flashin', thunder started clashin'
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wsssshhhh..white Lightning.
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searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
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They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
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But my Pappy kept on cookin'..wsssshhh..white Lightning.
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#3.
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A city slicker came, and said, "I'm tough..
I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff.'
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He took one slug and he drank it right down,
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and I heard him a-moanin' as he hit the ground..
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'Mighty, mighty, pleasin', your Pappy's corn squeezin'..
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wssssshhhh..White Lightning.
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searchin' for the place where he made his brew.
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They were lookin', tryin' to book him,
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But my Pappy kept on cookin'..wsssshh..white Lightning.