County road 233, under my feet

Nothin on this white rock but little ole 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 slap 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 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 dont 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 slap 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 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 slap 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 made of

Gunpowder and lead