my name's john lee pettitmore
same as my daddy and his daddy before
you hardley ever saw grandaddy down here
he only came to town about twice a year
buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
every body knew that he made moonshine
now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad
headed up the holler with all he had
before my time but i've been told
he never came back down copperhead road
The rythm is kinda a palm muted d-d-u-d-d