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 
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