A great lyric is like a great book...
Gunpowder & Lead
Miranda Lambert, Artist & Writer
County road 233, under my feet
Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me.
I've got two miles, 'til he makes bail
And if I'm right we're headed straight for hell!
I'm goin' 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 a little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead!
It's half past ten, another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind.
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies,
He don't know what's waiting here this time!
I'm goin' 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 a 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 goin' 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 a little girls are made of
Gunpowder and lead!
Gunpowder and lead!
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