Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here
He only came to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted frandaddy bad
Headed up the holler with everything he had
Before my time, but I've been told
He never come back from Copperhead Road
Now daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
"Johnson County Sheriff" painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer, then he looked inside
Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin' sound
And then the Sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama crying, knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road
Hey!
Hey! Hey!
I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They drafted the white trash first, around here anyway
I done two tour's of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico
I just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
And now the D.E.A's got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learnt a thing or two from Charlie, don't you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Ha! Copperhead Road
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