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