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 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 a little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead

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 here this time

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 a 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 a little girls are made of
Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead

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