Steve Earle - Copperhead Road Lyrics
Well my names john lee pettimoreSame as my daddy and his daddy beforeYou hardly ever saw grandaddy down hereHe only came to town about twice a yearHed buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper lineEverybody knew that he made moonshineNow the revenue man wanted grandaddy badHe headed up the holler with everything he hadIts before my time but Ive been toldHe never came back from copperhead roadNow daddy ran the whiskey in a big block dodgeBought it at an auction at the masons lodgeJohnson county sheriff painted on the sideJust shot a coat of primer then he looked insideWell him and my uncle tore that engine downI still remember that rumblin soundWell the sheriff came around in the middle of the nightHeard mama cryin, knew something wasnt rightHe was headed down to knoxville with the weekly loadYou could smell the whiskey burnin down copperhead roadI volunteered for the army on my birthdayThey draft the white trash first,round here anywayI done two tours of duty in vietnamAnd I came home with a brand new planI take the seed from colombia and mexicoI plant it up the holler down copperhead roadWell the d.e.a.s got a chopper in the airI wake up screaming like Im back over thereI learned a thing or two from ol charlie dont you knowYou better stay away from copperhead roadCopperhead roadCopperhead roadCopperhead road
