Any relation to Chris "Pancake" Meyers?
Haywood Co., NC. His “legend” is a made up crock of bull, created by some buddies from Maggie Valley and fed to flatlander, tourist Floridiots who considered him a quaint old man. One would have thought he fought George Washington in the Whisky Rebellion.
Problem is, he was really only 62. He and his brothers ran liquor in their early years. They didn’t get caught. Popcorn did. His still blew up and caught his house on fire about 7-8 years ago. That’s how he got caught. Then he ran his mouth and the Feds watched and waited to nab him again. He should have gotten 10+ years for the gun they found alone. Instead he got 8 months and he couldn’t face that. Rumor has it he wasn’t a well man either.
He never talked about when he nearly killed a local man by slitting his throat here. That part is left out of his hero story the papers like to print.
He was no more than a common every day criminal thug with a nice media campaign.
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’
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’
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’...
Any relation to Chris "Pancake" Meyers?
RIP Mr. Sutton. Condolences to his family, friends and customers.
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