County road 233, under my feet
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Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me
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I got two miles 'til, he makes bail
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And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell
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I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
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Wait by the door and light a cigarette
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He wants a fight well now he's got one
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And he ain't seen me crazy yet
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Slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
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Don't that sound like a real man?
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I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
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Gunpowder and lead
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Well it's half past ten, another six pack in
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I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
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He pulls in the drive, gravel flies
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He don't know what's waitin' here this time
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Hey, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
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Wait by the door and light a cigarette
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He wants a fight well now he's got one
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And he ain't seen me crazy yet
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Slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
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Don't that sound like a real man?
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I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
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Gunpowder and lead
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His fist is big and my gun's bigger
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He'll find out when I pull the trigger
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I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
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Wait by the door and light a cigarette
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He wants a fight well now he's got one
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And he ain't seen me crazy yet
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Slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
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Don't that sound like a real man?
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I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of
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Gunpowder and
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Gunpowder and lead
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Gunpowder and lead, hey yeah...
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Hey !
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Gunpowder And Lead
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| Miranda Lambert |
