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 grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler
with everything he had
It's before my time
but I've been told
He never came 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
Well 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
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
And I came home with
a brand new plan
I take the seed from
Colombia and Mexico
I plant it up
the holler down
Copperhead Road
Well the D.E.A.'s got
a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming
like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two
from ol' Charlie
don't you know
You better stay away
from Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
