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