Chords for CopperHead Road

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_ _ _ _ _ _ Well, my name's John Lippett M.
Moore, _ _ the same as my daddy and his daddy before.
_ _ You hardly ever saw my daddy down here. _ _
He'd only come to town about twice a year. _ _
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper lime. _ _
And everybody knew that he made moonshine. _ _
Now the revenue man wanted granddaddy bad.
Headed up the hollow with everything [D] he had.
Before my time, but I've been told,
He's never coming back from Copperhead Road. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Granddaddy ran whiskey in a big black Dodge.
_ _ He bought it at an auction at the Mason Wild.
_ _ _ 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 can still remember that a-rumbling sound.
_ _ _ [G] Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the [D] night.
Heard Mama crying, something wasn't [G] right.
He was heading down to Knoxville with a wee-wee [D] load.
You could smell the whiskey burning down Copperhead Road. _
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I volunteered for the Army on my birthday. _ _
They'd draft a wide-glass nurse around here anyway. _ _
And I found the truth about being down. _ _
And I came home with a perfect plan. _ _
I'd take the seeds from Columbia and Mexico. _ _ _
I'd just play me up a holler down Copperhead Road. _ _
_ _ Granddaddy's got a chopper in the air.
The cow's a-streamlining back over there.
I learned those English truths in college, don't you know.
So you better stay away from Copperhead Road. _ _ _ _ _ _
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