County road 233
under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock
but little ole me
I've got two miles 'til
he makes bail
And if I'm right
We're headed straight for h***
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 gonna show him
what a little girl's made of
Gunpowder and lead
Well it's a-half past ten
Another six-pack in
I can feel the rumble
like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive
The gravel flies
He don't know what's
Waitin' 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 gonna show him
what a little girl's 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 gonna show him
what a little girl's made of
Gunpowder and
Gunpowder and lead
Gunpowder and lead
Yeah yeah
Hey