County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little old me
I've got two miles till he makes bail
And if I'm right were 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
Doesnt that sound like a real man
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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His fist is big but my gun is bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger
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