Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw our granddaddy 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
Well, now the revenue man wanted granddaddy dead
Headed up the holler with everything he had
Before my time, well, I been told
He's never comin' back from Copperhead Road
Make some noise for Mr. Josh Ross
Now, daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge (come on)
Bought it at the auction in the Mason's Lodge
"Johnson County Sheriff" painted on the side
Just shot a coat of primer and he looked inside
Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down (come on)
I still remember that rumblin' sound
Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew somethin' wasn't right
He was headin' down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road
(Let's go!)
Oh, you better give it up for Bradley Cooper
Volunteered for the Army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first 'round here anyway
Did two tours of duty in Vietnam
And I came home with a brand new plan
I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico, yeah
I just plant it up a holler down Copperhead Road
Now the DEA's got a chopper in the air
I wake up screamin' like I'm back over there
I learned a thing or two from Charlie, don't you know?
You better stay away from Copperhead Road, yeah
(Nashville, let's go!)
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road
Nashville, Tennessee
Give it up for the boys
Hell yeah
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