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| | Well, my name's John Lee Peddimore. |
| Same as my daddy and his daddy's before.
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| You hardly ever saw grandaddy down here.
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| He'd only come to town about twice a year.
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| He�d buy a hundred pounds o' yeast and some copper line.
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| Everybody knew that he made moonshine.
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| | Now, the revenue man wanted | granddaddy bad.
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| | Headed up the holler with everything he had.
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| | Before my time, but | I've been told.
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| | You never come back from Copperhead Road.
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| | D |
| | Now daddy ran whisky in a big block Dodge.
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| Bought it at an auction at the Mason's Lodge.
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| Johnson County Sheriff painted on the side.
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| Just shot coat of primer, then he looked inside.
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| Well, him and my uncle tore that engine down.
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| I still remember that rumbling sound.
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| | Then the sheriff came around in the | middle of the night.
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