G F County road 233, under my feetC G Nothin' on this white rock but little old meG F I've got two miles till he makes bailC G And if I'm right were headed straight for hell Chorus:G I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgunF Wait by the door and light a cigaretteC If he wants a fight well now he's got oneG And he ain't seen me crazy yetG He slap my face and he shook me like a rag dollF Doesnt that sound like a real manC 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 Chorus:G I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgunF Wait by the door and light a cigaretteC If he wants a fight well now he's got oneG And he ain't seen me crazy yetG He slap my face and he shook me like a rag dollF Doesnt that sound like a real manC I'm going to show him what little girls are made of gunpowder and lead F His fist is big but my gun is biggerF He'll find out when I pull the trigger Chorus:G I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgunF Wait by the door and light a cigaretteC If he wants a fight well now he's got oneG And he ain't seen me crazy yetG He slap my face and he shook me like a rag dollF Doesnt that sound like a real manC I'm going to show him what little girls are made of gunpowder and lead
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