Steve Earle Follow

Well my names 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

Hed buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line

Everybody knew that he made moonshine

Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad

He headed up the holler with everything he had

Its before my time but Ive been told

He never come back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big black Dodge

Bought it at an auction at the Masons Lodge

Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side

Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside

Well him and my uncle tore the engine down

I still remember that rumblin sound

Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night

Heard mama cryin, knew something wasnt right

He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load

You could smell the whiskey burnin down Copperhead Road

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 just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road

Now the D.E.A.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 you know

You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Copperhead Road

Copperhead Road