County road two thirty-three under my feet Nothin' on this white rock but little ol' 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 slapped 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 little girls are made of Gunpowder and lead Well, 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 don't know what's waiting here this time Yeah, 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 slapped 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 little girls are 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 slapped 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 little girls are made of Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead Gunpowder and lead, hey