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
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