Chris Young. White Lightning Hit The Family Tree. Zeneszám

It was the thirty-first gatherin' of the Thompsons, Jones and Smiths
THere were tables full of chicken, taters, collard greens and grits
Well it all took place at Hatie Lake State Park
Volleyball, fishin, badminton, yard darts
Aunt Irene said she'd never seens a turnout like this
It started with handshakes and Lordy how the babies have grown
As the sun got hotter, the day got to draggin' along
I saw Uncle Gene coming back from his car
With something clear as water in a mason jar
The lemonade got hearty and Lord the party was on

CHORUS:

That ol' boom box got louder and louder
Actin' civilized didn't seem to matter
Everybody got to showin' their hiney includin' me
Lord I'd never known Granny to take her a sip
But the words were slurring comin' offa her lips
And it dawned on me, white lightnin' hit the family tree


Cousin Johnny was a Gator, Jimmy was a UT fan
And that football talk was quickly gettin' out of hand
Granny told Uncle Dave that she hated his guts
Got right up in his face and said your whole fam damily's nuts
Chicken legs got to flyin' and the whoop started hittin' the fan


CHORUS:

That ol' park ranger jumped out of his car
Said listen here folks, it's gone a little too far
Tear it all down, pack it all up
Call it quits while there's still a little love


Yeah I'd never known Granny to take her a sip
But the words were slurrin' right offa her lips
And it dawned on me white lightnin' hit the family tree
Yeah it dawned on me white lightnin' hit the family tree
Oh, but they had a good time man
Take it on ya'll