Southern Music Break – Steve Earle “Copperhead Road”

Copperhead Road

We live in fallen times – dark and depressing fallen times. Each day seems to bring bad, depressing news – a Saudi Muslim man with a Pakistani Muslim wife slaughtering regular Americans at some San Bernardino CA center for disabled people – how worse can it get?

In the political sphere there’s Donald Trump… but not a whole lot out there besides boot licking, arse kissing political prostitutes looking to get $ from Sheldon Adelson and George Soros.

Well, I guess our Southern brothers and sisters should take some comfort in knowing that the international jet setting, idiot Lib Leftist morons are probably freezing their as*** off in France this week attending an internationalist global warming/climate change conference in France, all the time trying to avoid being slaughtered by Algerian Islamic extremist terrorists AND somehow managing to maintain their Lib Leftist PC credentials opposing RACISM, HOMOPHOBIA and

ISLAMAPHOBIA

Yeah, the Huffington Post and the New York Daily News charged that some White Southern, Christian Conservatives supposedly offended the PC Lib crowd and Islamic extremists by suggesting folks should pray for the victims of the San Bernardino CA massacre; and we should also consider restricting mass Muslim immigration.

OH THOSE TERRIBLE EVIL RACIST WHITE SOUTHERNERS!

So how about about a Southern music break?

Here’s one of my favorites – Steve Earle – “Copperhead Road”.

The song celebrates authentic Southern rebel moonshine folks and later post Viet Nam MJ growers. Yeah, too bad Steve Earle became a heroin addict and took the 30 pieces of silver and prostituted himself to the SPCL Southern Poverty Law Center. But, again – it’s a fallen world.

Copper Head Road

Copperhead Road

“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 he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted grandad bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
‘fore my time but I’ve been told
He never come back from Copperhead Road

Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big block Dodge
Bought it at an 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

I still remember that rumblin’ sound
Then the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin’, knew something wouldn’t right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin’ down Copperhead Road

I volunteered for the army on my birthday
They draft the white trash first, ’round here anyway
I done two tours of duty in Vietnam
I came home with a brand new plan
I’d take the seed from Colombia and Mexico

Just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
Now the D.E.A.’s got a chopper in the air
I wake up screaming 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”