| Hello. This is my first video, so please don't be overly critical. Thanks for watching! I do not own this. Rights go to Miranda Lambert! {{Lyrics}} County road two thirty-three, under my feet Nothin' on the wide rock but little ol' 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 He wants a fight well now he's got one He ain't seen me crazy yet Slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm goin show him what little girls are made of Gunpowder and Lead Well it's half past ten Another six pack in I can feel the rumble like the cold black wind He pulls in the drive The gravel flies He don't know whats waitin' here this time I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door, and light a cigarette He wants a fight well now he's got one He ain't seen me crazy yet Slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm goin show him what little girls are 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 He wants a fight well now he's got one He ain't seen me crazy yet Slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm goin show him what little girls are made of Gunpowder and Gunpowder and Lead Gunpowder and Lead Yeah, yeah |
