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