Copperhead Road (with Brantley Gilbert and Josh Ross) [Live From Nashville]

Well, 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 we made moonshine Now, the revenue man wanted grandaddy bad Headed up the holler with everything he had Before my time, well, I've been told He never come back from Copperhead Road Make some noise for Mr. Josh Ross Now, Daddy ran whiskey in a big-block Dodge (come on) Bought it at the 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 (come on) I still remember that rumblin' sound And then the Sheriff came around in the middle of the night Heard Mama cryin', knew somethin' wasn't right He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road Let's go (oh, yeah) Hey Oh, you better give it up for Bradley Gilbert Volunteered for the Army on my birthday They draft white trash first 'round here, anyway I done two tours of duty in Vietnam I came home with a brand-new plan I take the seed from Colombia and Mexico, yeah I just plant it up a holler down Copperhead Road And now the DEA'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 (yeah) Nashville, let's go (yeah) Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Copperhead Road Nashville, Tennessee Give it up for the boys Hell yeah