County road 233, under my feet
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Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me
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I've got two miles till, he makes bail
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And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell
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[Chorus:]
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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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If 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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He slap 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 going to show him what a little girls made of
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Gunpowder and lead
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It's half past ten, another six pack in
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And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
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He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
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He dont know what's waiting here this time
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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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If 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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He slap 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 going to show him what a little girls made of
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Gunpowder and lead
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His fist is big but 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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If 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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He slap 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 going to show him what a little girls made of
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Gunpowder and lead
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Gunpowder & Lead
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| Miranda Lambert |
