Briana Buckmaster - Gunpowder and Lead lyrics
[Briana Buckmaster - Gunpowder and Lead lyrics]
County road two thirty-three under my feet
Nothin' 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 goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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 the cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
But 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
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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 goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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, gunpowder and lead
Nothin' 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 goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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 the cold black wind
He pulls in the drive, the gravel flies
But 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
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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 goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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
I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
He wants a fight, well, now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet 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, gunpowder and lead