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