(Howlin' Wolf) Ah-oh, smokestack lightnin' Shinin', just like gold Why don't ya hear me cryin'? A-whoo-hooo, oooo, whooo Whoa-oh, tell me, baby, What's the, matter with you? Why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, whooo Whoa-oh, tell me, baby, Where did ya, stay last night? A-why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, whooo Whoa-oh, stop your train, Let her, go for a ride Why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, whooo Whoa-oh, fare ya well Never see, a you no more A-why don't ya hear me cryin'? Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, whooo Whoa-oh, who been here baby since, I-I been gone, a little, bitty boy? girl, be on Whoo-hooo, whoo-hooo, whooo

Smokestack lightning Shine a light home Smokestack lightning Shining like gold Treats me like a clown Wheels go driving slow Trucks me out of town Wheels go driving slow Tell me baby So when you coming home Tell me baby When you coming home Wheels go driving slow Wheels go driving slow Wheels go driving slow

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...