Karaoké Gunpowder & Lead Miranda Lambert

County road two-thirty-three under my feet

Nothin' on this white rock but little ole me

I've got two miles till 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 girl's 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

Hey, 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 girl's 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 girl's made of

Gunpowder and

Gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead yeah

Hey