Copperhead Road - Intellectual

(Verse 1: Brock Lindow and Dez Fafara)

Well, my name's John Lee Pettimore

Same as my daddy and his daddy before

You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here

He only came to town about twice a year

Buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line

Everybody knew that he made moonshine

[Chorus - Brock & Dez together]

(Now, the) Now, the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad

He headed up the holler with everything he had

It's before my time, but I've been told

He never came back from Copperhead Road

Now, Daddy ran the whiskey in a big-block Dodge

Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge

"Johnson County Sheriff" painted on the side

Just shot a coat of primer, then he looked inside

Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down

I still remember that rumblin' sound

(Well, the) Well, the sheriff came around in the middle of the night

Heard Mama cryin', knew something wasn't right

He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load

You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the Army on my birthday

They draft the white trash first; 'round here, anyway

I done two tours of duty in Vietnam

And I came home with a brand-new plan

I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico

I plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road

(Well, the) Well, the DEA's got a chopper in the air

I wake up screaming like I'm back over there

I learned a thing or two from ol' Charlie, don't you know?

You better stay away from Copperhead Road

Copperhead Road