North Carolina way back in the hills
Daddy's granddaddy yeah, he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin' (Pleasin')
Pappy's corn squeezin' (Squeezin')
Mmm yeah, white lightnin'
I was sippin' creek water clear in the back of the barn on a fall night
Thinkin' 'bout my daddy's granddaddy loadin' up the jars
Tryna dodge the five
Popcorn Sutton was gunnin' and runnin' gallons of that white liquor
Make it barely far from all of them slick talkin' city slickers
Wise old men with a beard full of grey whiskers
Let's go paint a picture
Corn mash, you can smell it all through the holler
See that rotted old stump, that's where they go and leave it all at
'Cause the cheap man, G-Man, revenooers too
Wouldn't leave pappy alone, he was still craftin' his brew
That's all that they knew, folk tales and mountain dew
Copper pipes, long nights, just tryin' to make it through
Callused hands and a heart more solid than the brick
Take his life before jail, wouldn't take none of their shit
Remember the old days
Run the shine the old way
Always in my heart so I carry on a legacy
Do the same thing with pappy's old recipe
North Carolina way back in the hills
Daddy's granddaddy yeah, he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin' (Pleasin')
Pappy's corn squeezin' (Squeezin')
Mmm yeah, white lightnin'
Not tryna change the old song
Just tryna make the song known
To a generation where the old days are long gone
Fill the jug, take a sip, firewater on your lips
City boys think they tough 'til it's turnin' them a flip
My old man's old man name is Brother Boo
Make your eyes bug out, make your face turn blue
Blue flame, clear clear, feel the spirit in the hills
Might see an apparition of him lurkin' on his still, ayy
North Carolina go on and raise up (Raise up)
Tennessee go ahead, pour the shine in your cup
Through the valleys of the Appalachians all over the south
Old smokey pour the apple pie straight up in your mouth
North Carolina way back in the hills
Daddy's granddaddy yeah, he had him a still
He brewed white lightnin' till the sun went down
And then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around
Mighty mighty pleasin' (Pleasin')
Pappy's corn squeezin' (Squeezin')
Mmm yeah white lightnin'
To everyone who is sitting there sayin' "You shouldn't mess with a classic" really, get the hell out. If I can be the voice for this style of music and craft I don't wanna be forgotten. If I can get a young kid to listen to this and that makes them wanna go back and check out the classic version then yes, I'm gonna remix this stuff 'cause I want the younger generation to appreciate the good stuff too. The world is starvin' for a taste of the good old days
North Carolina way back in the hills (Back in the hills)
Daddy's granddaddy and he had him a still
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