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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.
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Now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad.
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He headed up the holler with everything he had.
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It's before my time but i've been told.
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He never come back from copperhead road.
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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.
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Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night.
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Heard mama cryin' knew somethin wasn't right.
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He was headed down to knoxville with the weekly load.
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You could smell the whiskey burnin' down copperhead road.
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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.
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Well the d.e.a.'s got a chopper in the air.
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I wake up screamin' like i'm back over there.
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I learned a thing or two from charlie don't you know.
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You better stay away from copperhead road.