G County road 233, F under my feet
C Nothin' on this white rock but G little old me
I've got G two miles till F he makes bail
C And if I'm right were headed s G traight for hell
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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
Miranda Lambert
