Lyrics:
Revenuer Here come the federals down from DC Don't know their ass from a pine tree A shiny badge and a black hat I made 6 foot deep welcome mat
revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin' Phoo, white lightnin'
revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, but my pappy kept on cookin' Phoo, white lightnin'
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
fill him a jug And he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin' Pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh, white lightnin' Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers
Darling Cory What makes you sleep so sound? The Revenuers are comin' For to tear your still house down Go 'way from me, Cory Quit hangin' round my bed
fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Well the G men, T men, revenuers, too Searchin'
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
And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Well, the G men, T men, revenuers
fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Well the G men, T men, revenuers, too
revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept cookin' Whshhhoooh... white
T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin' Bwsh, white
and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin', pappy's corn squeezin' White lightnin' Well, the G men, T men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place
T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin' Bwsh, white
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' Whoosh, white
T-men, revenuers too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were lookin' tryin' to book 'im but my pappy kept on cookin' Bwsh, white
a jug and he pass it around Mighty mighty pleasing my pappy's corn squeezing (Whew White lightning) Well the G men T men revenuers too Searching for
Mighty, mighty pleasin', you're pappy's corn squeezin' White Lightning Yeah, G-men, T-men, revenuers too, Searchin' for the place where he made his
tell her Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down Pappy made a batch of corn The revenuers came
tell her Lay that pistol down, babe Lay that pistol down Pistol packing mama Lay that pistol down Pappy made a batch of corn The revenuers came
The revenuers came for him, a-slippin' through the woods but Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his goods. Dooley was a trader when into town he come.
and I'll pay you back some day The revenuers came for him a slippin' through the wood Dooley kept behind them all and never lost his good Dooley was
And when his engine roared, they called the highway thunder road Sometimes into Ashville, sometimes Memphis Town The revenuers, they chased him, but they
The revenuers came. The draugh was slow So now they know You can't do that to Mame. Lay that pistol down, Babe. Lay that pistol down. Pistol packin mama
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