In this video, it laments of the Southern Soldier for the Vietnam War. Not only do the Jews curse the Confederate Veteran for obeying his country, but the Vietnam Veteran with his screaming nightmares as my deceased husband Purple Heart Hall of Honor. Here’re the lyrics. It was Black KJ karaoke jockey who played this song about “White Trash!” We can’t call them niggers, they can no longer walk all over us as Whites. Each time I see the Blacks getting more rights and attention as Whites suffer away, it’s disheartening. If I saw even a drop of the Great White Hope, I think it would be grand. Grandma was a bootlegger of Green Vodka as the Southerners with their war made White Lightning. Jews and Muslims don’t need any artificial stimulants since we’re their bodybags. See my blog when the Muslim, Blacks, Jews kidnapped, put to war, castrated, sent to concubines, enslaved, or killed: 50,000,000 White European Youth for 700 years. Their cultures were so advanced to protect and elevate themselves, yet take advantage of us for being backward, especially in Poland. Here’s a Southern Vietnam Veteran singing his lyrics and Youtube: Copperhead Road
Copperhead RoadSteve EarleWell 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 yearHe’d buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line
Everybody knew that he made moonshine
Now the revenue man wanted Grandaddy bad
Headed up the holler with everything he had
‘Fore my time but I’ve been told
He never come back from Copperhead RoadNow Daddy ran 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 insideWell him and my uncle tore that engine down
I still remember that rumblin’ sound
When 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 RoadI 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 take the seed from Columbia and Mexico
I just plant it up the holler down Copperhead Road
And 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’d better stay away from Copperhead RoadCopperhead Road
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