Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore The same as my daddy and his daddy before
Well, hardly ever saw granddaddy down here He only come to town about twice a year
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper lime
Everybody knew it would make a man shine
Well, I'm a revolutionary man on a granddaddy bed Headed up a holler, left a thing he had
Before my time, well, I've been told He'd never come back from Copperhead Road
My granddaddy ran a whiskey in a big black Dodge He bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Shots of can of sheriff painted on the side He just shot a coat of primer and looked inside
Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down I still remember that rumbling sound
Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard mama crying that something wasn't right
He's headed down to Knoxville with a weekly load You can smell the whiskey burning down Copperhead Road
I volunteered for the Army on my birthday The draft of white trash first drafted away
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam I came home with a brand new plan
I'm taking a seat from Columbia, Mexico I just planted up a holler down Copperhead Road
Now the D.A.'s got a chopper in the air Wake up screaming 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
Copperhead Road
Copperhead Road