My name's john lee pettimore.
Same as my daddy and his daddy before.
Now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad.
He headed up the holler with everything he had.
It's before my time but i've been told.
He never come back from copperhead road.
Now daddy ran the whiskey in a big block dodge.
Bought it at an auction at the mason's lodge.
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night.
Heard mama cryin' knew somethin wasn't 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.
Well the d.e.a.'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.