Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore Same as my daddy and his daddy beforeBut hardly ever saw a granddaddy down here He only come to town about twice a yearHe'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper limeEverybody knew it and it made the money shineWell, I'm a revolutionary man on a granddaddy bed Headed up a holler, left the thing headBefore my time, well, I've been told You never come back from Copperhead RoadMy granddaddy ran a whiskey and a big black DodgeBought it at an auction at the Mason's LodgeShots of candy syrup painted on the side He just shot a coat of primer and looked insideWell, him and my uncle tore that engine down I still remember that rumbling soundAnd then the sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard mama crying that something wasn't rightHe's headed down to Knoxville with a weekly load You can smell the whiskey burning down Copperhead RoadI volunteered for the Army on my birthday And drafted a white dress for a draft beer and a wifeI done two tours of duty in Vietnam I came home with a brand new planI take the seat from Columbia, Mexico I just planted up a holler down Copperhead RoadNow the DA's got a chopper in the air We got screaming like back over thereI learned a thing or two from Charlie Don't you know, you better stay away from Copperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead Road