Steve Earle - Copperhead Road lyrics

Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my Daddy and his Daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only come 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 Grandaddy 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
He 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 cryin'
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 draft the white trash first 'round here
Anyway i done two tours 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 a
Holler down Copperhead Road
And now the DEA's got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie
Don't you know?
You better stay away from Copperhead Road

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