County road 233, under my feet.
Nothing on this white rock but little old me.
I've got two miles 'til he makes bail,
and if I'm right, we're headed straight for hell.
I'm going 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 aingt 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 little girls are made of:
gunpowder and lead.
Well, it's 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 waiting here this time.
I'm going 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 aingt 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 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 going 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 aingt 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 little girls are made of:
gunpowder, gunpowder and lead.
Gunpowder and lead...
Hey!
Aahh...
Aahh...
Ooh...
Ooh...
Aahh...
Aahh...
