Gunpowder and Lead - Modern Country Heroes

County road two thirty-three

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