Copperhead Road (ver. 2)

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My name's john lee pettimore.  
Same as my daddy and his daddy before.  
You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here.  
He only come to town about twice a year.  
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line.  
Everybody knew that he made moonshine.  
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Now the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad.  
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He headed up the holler with everything he had.  
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It's before my time but i've been told.  
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He never come back from copperhead road.  

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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 and they looked inside.  
Well him and my uncle tore that engine down.  
I still remember that rumblin' sound.  
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Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night.  
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Heard mama cryin' knew somethin wasn't right.  
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He was headed down to knoxville with the weekly load.  
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You could smell the whiskey burnin' down copperhead road.  

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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 columbia and mexico.  
I plant it up the holler down copperhead road.  
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Well the d.e.a.'s got a chopper in the air.  
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I wake up screamin' like i'm back over there.  
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I learned a thing or two from charlie don't you know.  
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You better stay away from copperhead road.