county road two thirty three under my feet
nothing on this white rock but a little old me
i got two miles till 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
he wants to fight well he's got one
and he ain't seen me crazy yet
slap 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 girls are 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
gravel flies
he don't know what's waiting here this time
hey i'm going home gonna load my shotgun
wait by the door and light a cigarette
he wants a fight well now he's got one
and he ain't seen me crazy yet
slap 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 and my guns 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 to 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 don't that sound like a real man
i'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
gunpowder and gunpowder and lead
gunpowder and lead
yeah yeah