Cooperhead Road

	  		
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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.