In the good old days of New Zealand's police state, the distilled water machine at my high school needed to be approved and certified by the Customs Ministry.
Well my name's John Lee Pettimore
Same as my daddy and his daddy before
You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down here
He only came 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 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
"Standing on your mother's corpse you told me that you'd wait forever." [Bryan Adams: Summer of 69]
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