WHITE LIGHTNING
by GC
I got me a mason jar filled
with corn likker, the good stuff,
smooth, but with a kick
Been buyin' that stuff
sans the tax stamp
for neigh on fifty years
Sometimes I see the Sheriff
down there in the hollow
he ain't crackin' down, he's buyin'
Gonna be a sad day
when the Revnooer finds the still
an' takes an ax to that ambrosia
Then there'll be no corn likker
to smooth out the night while you're a sittin'
and a readin' WHITE LIGHTNING
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