White Lightnin
It's a proud family tradition
Here in the hills of Tennessee
My grand daddy brewed White Ligntin
And my daddy, before me.
It's just Cornmeal, water and yeast
Brewed in the family still.
Them revenuers can't find the place
They probably never will.
Don't drink it down, you sip it slow
It kicks like a stubborn ole mule.
There's a reason it's called White Lightnin
Some folks call it fuel.
Copyright © Brian Lehnen | Year Posted 2007
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