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
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm going to 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
He don't know what's waiting here this time
Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door, and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm going to 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
If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man?
I'm going to show him what little girls are made of
Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead
Gunpowder and lead, hey

Is this song true about any other girls out there it sure is for me.

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

If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don't that sound like a real man?

I'm going to 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

He don't know what's waiting here this time

Yeah, I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door, and light a cigarette

If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don't that sound like a real man?

I'm going to 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

If he wants a fight, well, now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet

He slapped my face, and he shook me like a rag doll

Don't that sound like a real man?

I'm going to show him what little girls are made of

Gunpowder and, gunpowder and lead

Gunpowder and lead, hey

Is this song true about any other girls out there it sure is for me.

Explanation:

this is a good question! i'll do some research and come back when i have the answer!