County Road 233, under my feet Nothing on this wide rock but a little old I got two miles till he makes bed And if I'm right, we're headed straight for you I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette He wants a fire, well now he's got one He ain't seen me crazy yet Slapped my face and shook me like a ragdoll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and lead Well it's half past ten, another six-pack in I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind The pool's in the dry, gravel flats He don't know what's waiting here this time I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette He wants a fire, well now he's got one He ain't seen me crazy yet Slapped my face and shook me like a ragdoll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and lead His bust is big and my gun's bigger He'll find out when I pull the trigger I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun Wait by the door and light a cigarette He wants a fire, well now he's got one He ain't seen me crazy yet Slapped my face and shook me like a ragdoll Don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder, gunpowder and lead Gunpowder and lead Gunpowder and lead Gunpowder and lead