Well, my name's John Lee PettimoreSame as my daddy and his daddy beforeYou hardly ever saw granddaddy down hereHe'd only come to town about twice a yearHe'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper limeEverybody knew he'd made a man shineLike a revolving man on a granddaddy bedHe'd lift the holler of everything he hadBefore my time, well, I've been toldHe'd never come back from Copperhead RoadGranddaddy ran a whiskey and a big block of cheeseHe bought it at an auction at the Mason's LodgeShots of canisters fainting on the sideHe just shot a coat of primer and looked insideWell, him and my uncle tore that engine downI still remember that rumbling soundAnd then the sheriff came around in the middle of the nightHeard mama crying that something wasn't rightHe's headed down to Knoxville with a weekly loadYou can smell the whiskey burning down Copperhead RoadHey! Hey!I volunteered for the Army on my birthdayThe draft of white dress first draft went awayI'd done two tours of duty in VietnamI came home with a brand new planI'd taken a seat from Columbia, MexicoI just planted up a holler down Copperhead RoadNow the DA's got a chopper in the airWe got screaming like a back over thereI learned a thing or two from Charlie Don't You KnowYou'd better stay away from Copperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead Road