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 [bad word] ..

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!

Well, it's half past ten, another six pack in
And I can feel [bad word]  like a cold black wind...
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies,
He don't know, what's waitin' here this time!

Hey, 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...

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 ...
Gunpowder and lead!

Gunpowder and lead!