County Road 233, under my feet. Nothing on this white rock but a little old man. I 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. He wants to fight, well now he's got fun and he ain't seen me crazy yet. He slapped my face and he shook me like a ragdoll, don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of, some powder of love,
well it's a half past ten, another six pack in, I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind. He pulls in the drive, gravel fly, he don't know what's waiting here this time. Hey, I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun, wait by the door and light a cigarette.
He wants to fight, well now he's got fun and he ain't seen me crazy yet. He slapped my face and he shook me like a ragdoll, don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of, some powder of love.
His fist is big, 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 to fight, well now he's got fun and he ain't seen me crazy yet. He slapped my face and he shook me like a ragdoll, don't that sound like a real man? I'm gonna show him what little girls are made of, some powder of love.
Some powder of love, yeah, yeah.
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