County road 233, under my feet Nothin' on this white 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 gonna 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, 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 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 gonna show him what little girls are made of Gunpowder and, Gunpowder and lead