♪Well, my name's John Lee PettimoreSame as my daddy and I studied beforeHardly ever saw a granddaddy down hereOnly come and tend about twice a yearAbout a hundred pounds of yeast and some caponineEverybody knew that he made me a champAbout a revolutionary man wore a granddaddy bandHeated up a hollow leather bandTold my time and I've been toldNever come back to Copperhead Road♪I met her in a woodskin, a big blind patchAll the little locksmiths and the seamstressJob's a canny sheriff painted on good sizeShot a coat of crime and let her look dead sadShe gave me mine for toilet and gin and dietI still remember that rumblin' soundAnd the sheriff came around in the middle of the nightWith my mama cryin' the sun wasn't rightHittin' that nozzle with a weekly loadSmell of whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road♪Bought a tin-bottle army on my birthdayGrabbed a white transverse around the end of the dayJumped me to the duty and be the head manI came home with a brand new planI'll take a seat back in London and MexicoI'll just clear up a hollow damn Copperhead RoadAnd a D.A.'s got a chopper in the airWake up screamin' like Van CollenAnd everything you do for Tyler knows you knowYou better stay away from Copperhead Road♪Copperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead RoadCopperhead Road