Watch them jugs a-filling in the pale moonlight.
Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them jugs a-filling in the pale moonlight.
My daddy he made whiskey, my granddaddy he did too We ain't paid no whiskey tax since 1792 You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them jugs a-filling in the pale moonlight.
He'd buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
He headed up the holler with everything he had
It's before my time but I've been told
He never came 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
Well the sheriff came around in the middle of the night
Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
He was headed down to Knoxville with the weekly load
You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Copperhead Road