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Lyrics by: Steve Earle
# Debut Chart
10 Oct '88 Mainstream Rock


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 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

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Well, him and my uncle Tore that engine down I still remember That rumbling sound Well, 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 burning 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 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 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 Fom Charlie, don`t you know You better stay away From Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road


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