G                F 
County road 233, under my feet  
C                              G  
Nothin' on this white rock but little old me 
         G              F 
I've got two miles till he makes bail  
C                             G 
And if I'm right were headed straight for hell  


G  
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun  
F  
Wait by the door and light a cigarette  
C  
If he wants a fight well now he's got one  
G  
And he ain't seen me crazy yet  
G  
He slap my face and he shook me like a rag doll  
F 
Doesnt that sound like a real man  
C  
I'm going to show him what little girls are made of   
  
Gunpowder and lead  

It's half past ten, another six pack in  

And I can feel the rumble like the cold black wind  

He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies  

He dont know what's waiting here this time  

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F 
His fist is big but my gun is bigger  
F 
He'll find out when I pull the trigger  


Chorus