Lyrics:

Well my name's John Lee Petimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before

Ya hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only come to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds o'yeast
and some copperline
Everybody knew that he made moonshine

That revenue man wanted grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with evrything he had
it was before my time but i've been told
He never came back from copperhead road

Now my daddy ran the whiskey in a big black dodge
he bought it at an auction at the mason's lodge
Johnson's county sherrif 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

Then the sherrif came around in the middle of the night
heard mama cryin' knew somethin wasnt right
he was headed down to knoxville with the weekly load
u could smell the whiskey burnin down copperhead road

I volonteered 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 to mexico
i plant it up the holler down copperhead road
well the DEA's got a chopper in the air
i wake up screamin like im back over there
i learned a thing or two from ol' charlie don't you know
you'd better stay away from copperhead road

copperhead road
copperhead road
copperhead road