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D 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. G Now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad. D He headed up the holler with everything he had. G It's before my time but i've been told. D He never come back from copperhead road. D 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 and they looked inside. Well him and my uncle tore that engine down. I still remember that rumblin' sound. G Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night. D Heard mama cryin' knew somethin wasn't right. G He was headed down to knoxville with the weekly load. D You could smell the whiskey burnin' down copperhead road. D D D D D D D D G G D D G G D D D D D 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 columbia and mexico. I plant it up the holler down copperhead road. G Well the d.e.a.'s got a chopper in the air. D I wake up screamin' like i'm back over there. G I learned a thing or two from charlie don't you know. D You better stay away from copperhead road.
Written by Steve Earle
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