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