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Story of White Lightning's Revenge

Updated on February 18, 2017


Danny was born down in the Everglades,

No time for playing, looking for any shades,

He spent time hunting on the railroad track,

Bagged a few rabbits then put'em in a sack.


Refrain:

Better run now Danny, catch a ride on that train,

Revenuers are a coming, got no time to explain.

Got to leave this place behind, go far as You can,

Later on, you'll thank me, then you'll understand.


His daddy was a Shiner, momma was a cook,

Made a little money, but everything, it all took,

Moonshining, the answer, thought was alright,

Cooking by the moon, the middle of the night.


Refrain:

Better run now Danny, catch a ride on that train,

Revenuers are a coming, got no time to explain.

Got to leave this place behind, go far as you can,

Later on, you'll thank me, then you'll understand.




That old boxcar was so cold at night, rough without a bed,

Danny made the most of it, had some ham, a little bread.

He Left that old train in Memphis, then got a job in a store,

Took out groceries all day long, then he swept up the floor.


Made himself just a nickel or two, was doing all that he could,

Saved up all his money then, cause he knew that he should.

Bought him such a fine guitar and then played it on the street

There all he had met gave him a reputation, life was so sweet.


Refrain:

Play Danny, play, and then sing your songs just right,

Making a few bucks, just a playing with all your might.

Went on down to New Orleans, sung there till first light,

Made some records, life was good, got rich overnight.

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Then Danny got to drinking, found some hootch, then got drunk,

His life seemed to go downhill, looked like his career was sunk.

Went on the bottle, was so beat, all took a turn, now on the street,

No matter how he tried, fell flat on his face, and was a big defeat.


He was only just trying to do what his daddy would have then done,

Take a drink when life doesn't agree with you, until the still's next run.

Now, all that he wanted to do was go back home, to live another way.

He hopped back in an old box car, to ride a thousand miles that day.


Refrain:

Ride Danny, ride, though you're crying hurts so bad inside,

Go on back home where you belong, there's nothing to hide.

Don't blame it on your daddy and your momma would agree,

What you do depends on yourself, try to be all that you can be.

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      whonunuwho 6 months ago from United States

      Thank you my friend. Blessings. whonu

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      Shauna L Bowling 6 months ago from Central Florida

      What a great ballad, whonu! I love this one.

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      whonunuwho 7 months ago from United States

      Thank you, Ann. I am a child of the Southern United States and I suppose it is in my blood. Blessings to you and family on this fine Winter evening.whonu

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      Ann Carr 7 months ago from SW England

      This is different from your usual poems. It's great and tells a wonderful story!

      Ann