| I | A |
| IV | D |
| V | E |
A
Country
road
233,
D
under
my
feet
A
Nothin'
on
this
white
rock
but
E
little
old
me
I've
got
A
two
miles
till
D
he
makes
bail.
A
And
if
I'm
right
we're
headed
E
straight
for
hell.
A
I'm
goin'
home,
gonna
load
my
shot-
gun.
D
Wait
by
the
door
and
light
a
cigarette.
A
If
he
wants a
fight
now
he's
got
one.
E
And
he
ain'r
seen
me
crazy
yet.
A
He slap
my face
and
he
shook me
like a
rag
doll.
D
Doesn't
that
sound
like
a
real
man.
A
I'm
going
to
show
him
what
little
girls
A
are
made
of
Gun-
powder
and
lead
A
It's
half
past
ten,
D
another
six
pack
in.
A
And I
can
feel the
rumble
like
the cold
black
wind.
E
He
pulls
in
the
drive,
A
the
gravel
flies,
D
He
don't
know
what's
A
waiting
here
this
time.
A
A
I'm
goin'
home,
gonna
load
my
shot-
gun.
D
Wait
by
the
door
and
light
a
cigarette.
A
If
he
wants a
fight
now
he's
got
one.
E
And
he
ain'r
seen
me
crazy
yet.
A
He slap
my face
and
he
shook me
like a
rag
doll.
D
Doesn't
that
sound
like
a
real
man.
A
I'm
going
to
show
him
what
little
girls
E
are
made
of
Gun-
powder
and
lead
D
His
fist
is
big,
D
but
my
gun
is
bigger
D
He'll
find
out
when
D
I
pull
the
trigger.
A
I'm
goin'
home,
gonna
load
my
shot-
gun.
D
Wait
by
the
door
and
light
a
cigarette.
A
If
he
wants a
fight
now
he's
got
one.
E
And
he
ain'r
seen
me
crazy
yet.
A
He slap
my face
and
he
shook me
like a
rag
doll.
D
Doesn't
that
sound
like
a
real
man.
A
I'm
going
to
show
him
what
little
girls
A
are
made
of
Gun-
powder
and
lead
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