COUNTY ROAD 233 UNDER MY FEET
NOTHIN' ON THIS WHITE ROCK BUT LITTLE OL' ME
I GOT TWO MILES TIL HE MAKES ME BAIL
IF I'M RIGHT WE'RE HEADED STRAIGHT FOR HELL
SO I'M GOIN' HOME, GONNA LOAD MY SHOTGUN
WAIT BY THE DOOR AND LIGHT A CIGARETTE
HE WANTS A FIGHT AND NOW HE'S GOT ONE
HE AIN'T HEARD ABOUT ME YET
(HE AIN'T SEEN ME ANGRY YET)
HE SLAPPED MY FACE, SHOOK ME LIKE A RAGDOLL
DON'T THAT SOUND LIKE A REAL MAN
HE'S GONNA SEE WHAT LITTLE GIRLS ARE MADE OF
FINE, GUN POWDER AND LEAD
'BOUT HALF PAST TEN
ANOTHER SIX PACK IN COLD
I FEEL LIKE A RUMBLE LIKE BLACK WIND
PULLS IN THE DRIVE
GRAVEL FLIES
HE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WAITIN' HERE THIS TIME
I'M SITTIN' HERE AT HOME LOADING MY SHOTGUN
WAITIN' BY THE DOOR WITH A CIGARETTE
B@HIS FIST IS BIG, MY GUN'S BIGGER
GUESS HE'LL FIND OUT WHEN I PULL THE TRIGGER
2005 10
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