White lightnin' it's said will shatter your head

And drive the old mem'ries right out of your frame

So I got me a bottle and I open the throttle

But those dark lonely thoughts are all just the same

Oh the bottle hasn't been made the glass hasn't been spun

The mole hasn't been cast the world hasn't begun

To make the bottle to hold the alcohol

That would tear up with my head make me forget the love that I had

No the bottle hasn't been made

I tried pink champagne and from that to home brew

They're pretty strong fellows they really came true

But there in the mist of my cloudy brain

You stood there smiling and down came the rain

Oh the bottle hasn't been made the glass hasn't been spun

The mole hasn't been cast the world hasn't begun

To make the bottle to hold the alcohol

That would tear up with my head fog up my brain

Spit up my heart dry up my eyes ease up the pain

Make me forget the sweet tender touch that I love so much

No the bottle hasn't been made