Lyrics:

well my names 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,
hed buy a hundred pound a yeast and some copper line everybody knew that he made moon shine
now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad, he headed up the haulier with everything he had,
its before my time but ive been told, he never came back from copperhead road

now daddyrn the whiskey in a big black dodge,
brought it in an auction at the masons lodge
johnson county sherif painted n 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 rumbling sound
now the sherif came round in the middle of the night,
heard mumma crying knew somethen wasnt right
he was headed down to knoxville with the weekly load
you could smell the whiskey burning down copper head road

i volunteered for the army on my birthday
they draft the white trash first round here ne way,
ive dont 2 tours of dutie in vietnam
i came home with a brand new plan,
i took the seedcolombia and mexico
just plant it in the haulier down copperhead road.
now the DEA's got a chopper in the air, i wake up screaming like im back over there,
i learned a thing or two from 'ol' charlie dont ya know,
you better stay aways from copperhead road

copperhead road
copperhead road
copperhead road

Steve Earle Copperhead Road