COUNTY ROAD
TWO THIRTY-THREE
UNDER MY FEET
NOTHIN' ON THIS
WIDE ROCK
BUT LITTLE OL' ME
I'VE GOT TWO MILES TILL
HE MAKES BAIL
AND IF I'M RIGHT
WE'RE HEADED
STRAIGHT FOR HELL
I'M GOIN' HOME
GONNA LOAD
MY SHOTGUN
WAIT BY THE DOOR
AND LIGHT A CIGARETTE
IF HE WANTS A FIGHT
WELL NOW HE'S GOT ONE
AND HE AIN'T SEEN ME
CRAZY YET
HE SLAPPED MY FACE
AND HE SHOOK ME
LIKE A RAG DOLL
DON'T THAT SOUND
LIKE A REAL MAN
I'M GOING TO SHOW HIM
WHAT LITTLE GIRLS
ARE MADE OF
GUNPOWDER AND LEAD
WELL IT'S HALF PAST TEN
ANOTHER SIX PACK IN
AND I CAN FEEL
THE RUMBLE
LIKE A COLD BLACK WIND
HE PULLS IN THE DRIVE
THE GRAVEL FLIES
HE DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S WAITING IN HERE
THIS TIME
HEY I'M GOIN' HOME
GONNA LOAD
MY SHOTGUN
WAIT BY THE DOOR
AND LIGHT A CIGARETTE
IF HE WANTS A FIGHT
WELL NOW HE'S GOT ONE
AND HE AIN'T SEEN ME
CRAZY YET
HE SLAPPED MY FACE
AND HE SHOOK ME
LIKE A RAG DOLL
DON'T THAT SOUND
LIKE A REAL MAN
I'M GOING TO SHOW HIM
WHAT LITTLE GIRLS
ARE MADE OF
GUNPOWDER AND LEAD
HIS FIST IS BIG
BUT MY GUN'S BIGGER
HE'LL FIND OUT WHEN I
PULL THE TRIGGER
I'M GOIN' HOME
GONNA LOAD
MY SHOTGUN
WAIT BY THE DOOR
AND LIGHT A CIGARETTE
IF HE WANTS A FIGHT
WELL NOW HE'S GOT ONE
AND HE AIN'T SEEN ME
CRAZY YET
HE SLAPPED MY FACE
AND HE SHOOK ME
LIKE A RAG DOLL
DON'T THAT SOUND
LIKE A REAL MAN
I'M GOING TO SHOW HIM
WHAT LITTLE GIRLS
ARE MADE OF
GUNPOWDER AND
GUNPOWDER AND LEAD
GUNPOWDER AND LEAD
YEAH YEAH
HEY