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