Gunpowder & Lead - Miranda Lambert

County road 233, under my feet

Nothing on this white rock but little ol' 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 gonna 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 a cold black wind

He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies

He don’t know what’s waitin' here this time

Hey, 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 gonna 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 gonna show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead, yeah, yeah, hey