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ECounty road 233, Dunder my feet
ANothin' on this white rock but Elittle old me
I've got Etwo miles till Dhe makes bail
AAnd if I'm right were headed stEraight for hell
EI'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
DWait by the door and light a cigarette
AIf he wants a fight well now he's got one
EAnd he ain't seen me crazy yet
EHe slap my face and he shook me like a rag doll
DDoesnt that sound like a real man
AI'm going to show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead
EIt's half past ten, Danother six pack in
AAnd I can feel the rumble like the cold black wind
EHe pulls in the drive, Dthe gravel flies
AHe dont know what's waiting here this time
DHis fist is big but my gun is bigger
DHe'll find out when I pull the trigger
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