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Copperhead Road

Höfundur lags: Jason Boland Sent inn af: Anonymous

Well, [D]my name's John Lee Pettimore,
Same as my daddy and his daddy's before.
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here
He'd only come to town about twice a year
Buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line.
Everybody knew that he made moonshine.[D7]    
Now the r[G]evenue man wanted granddaddy bad.
H[D]eaded up the holler with everything he had.
B[G]efore my time, but I've been told.
You n[D]ever come back from Copperhead Road.

Grandd[D]addy ran whiskey in a big black Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Had Payne County Sheriff painted on the side
Everybody knew that he made moonshie
Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumbling sound [D7]    
Then the s[G]heriff came around in the middle of the night
H[D]eard mama crying that something wasn't right
He was h[G]eaded down to Knoxville with the weekly load
D D(d,u,d,u,d) 4x
You could smell the whisky burning down Copperhead Road.

I volunt[D]eered for the army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, round hear anyway
I done two tours of duty in Viet Nam
I came home with a brand new plan
I'd take the seed from Columbia and Mexico
I'd plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road [D7]    
Now the [G]D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I w[D]ake up screamin, like I'm back over there
I le[G]arned a thing or two from Charlie don't you know.
You be[D]tter stay away from Copperhead Roa[D]d.  


Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore,
Same as my daddy and his daddy's before.
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here
He'd only come to town about twice a year
Buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line.
Everybody knew that he made moonshine.
Now the revenue man wanted granddaddy bad.
Headed up the holler with everything he had.
Before my time, but I've been told.
You never come back from Copperhead Road.

Granddaddy ran whiskey in a big black Dodge
Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge
Had Payne County Sheriff painted on the side
Everybody knew that he made moonshie
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 was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
D D(d,u,d,u,d) 4x
You could smell the whisky burning down Copperhead Road.

I volunteered for the army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, round hear anyway
I done two tours of duty in Viet Nam
I came home with a brand new plan
I'd take the seed from Columbia and Mexico
I'd plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Now the D.E.A.'s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screamin, 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.

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