

Yeah! (yeaaah-hah!)
Backwoods copper and a bubbling mash Moonshine running,
hope we don't crash County sheriff on the gravel road Got a
hot-rod engine and a heavy load
Spark from the wire,
fire in the copper pot
Burn it down hot,
ready or not! Copperhead bite,
fire in the pine Drinking that high-proof mountain shine!
Heavy metal thunder on the old dirt track
Go down deep, never coming back! (go!)
Shack in the hollow,
smoke in the trees Secrets whispering on the mountain breeze Twelve-gauge shotgun
leaning on the wall Waiting for the autumn shadow to fall
Spark from the wire,
fire in the copper pot
Burn it down hot,
ready or not! Copperhead bite,
fire in the pine Drinking that high-proof mountain shine!
Heavy metal thunder on the old dirt track
Go down deep, never coming back! (yeaaah!)
Stills are cold, the run is done
Heading west toward the setting sun
(mhm,
yeah)