Well his name was John Lee Pettimore
 Same as his daddy and his daddy before
 You hardly ever saw Grandaddy down there
 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 Sarumanwanted 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 Isengard Road
 Now Daddy ran the whiskey in a big hand cart
 Dug from the mud down in Midgewater marsh
 
Staddle Constable painted on the side
 Just shot a coat of primer then he looked inside
 Well him and my uncle tore that old cart down
 I still remember that rumblin' sound
 Well the shiriff came around in the middle of the night
 Heard mama cryin', knew something wasn't right
 He was headed down to Galtrev with the weekly load
 You could smell the whiskey burnin' down Isengard Road

 I volunteered for the Army on my birthday
 They draft the poorfolks,'round here anyway
 I done two tours of duty in Rohan
 And I came home with a brand new plan
 I take the seed from the Shire and Bamfurlong
 I plant it up the holler down Isengard Road
 Well the Dark Lord's got a Nazgul in the air
 I wake up screaming like I'm back over there
 I learned a thing or two from ol' Sharkey don't you know
 You better stay away from Isengard Road

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