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