文本歌词

Under my feet
Nothing on this white rock but little old me
I've got two miles till he makes bail
And if I'm right
We're headed straight for hell
I'm going 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 slapped 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 little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead
Well it's half past ten
Another six-pack in
And I can feel the rumble
Like the cold black wind
He pulls in the drive
The gravel flies
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
If he wants a fight well
Now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped 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 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 going 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 slapped 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 little girls are made of
Gunpowder and
Gunpowder and lead
Gunpowder and lead hey