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Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and I studied before
Hardly ever saw a granddaddy down here
Only come and tend about twice a year
About a hundred pounds of yeast and some caponine
Everybody knew that he made me a champ
About a revolutionary man wore a granddaddy band
Heated up a hollow leather band
Told my time and I've been told
Never come back to Copperhead Road
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I met her in a woodskin, a big blind patch
All the little locksmiths and the seamstress
Job's a canny sheriff painted on good size
Shot a coat of crime and let her look dead sad
She gave me mine for toilet and gin and diet
I still remember that rumblin' sound
And the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
With my mama cryin' the sun wasn't right
Hittin' that nozzle with a weekly load
Smell of whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road
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Bought a tin-bottle army on my birthday
Grabbed a white transverse around the end of the day
Jumped me to the duty and be the head man
I came home with a brand new plan
I'll take a seat back in London and Mexico
I'll just clear up a hollow damn Copperhead Road
And a D.A.'s got a chopper in the air
Wake up screamin' like Van Collen
And everything you do for Tyler knows you know
You better stay away from Copperhead Road
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