Speaker A
[Music] [Applause] [Music] [Applause] County Road 233 under my feet, nothing on this wide rock but a little old me. I got two miles till Hemak Bill, and if I'm right, we're headed straight for Hill. I'm going home, going to load my shotgun way by the door and light a cigarette. He wants a fight? Well, now he's got one, and he ain't seen me crazy. Yeah, SL my face and shook me like a rag doll. Don't that sound like a real man? I'm on to show little girl G. Well, it's half 10, another six-pack in. I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind. It pulls in a drive gravel fly. He don't know what's waiting here this time. Hey, I'm going home, going to load my shot, way by the door and light a cigarette. He wants a fire? Well, now he's got one, and he ain't seen me crazy again. SL my face and the sugar like a rag dog. Don't that sound like a real man? I'm on to show more little girls made up gun powdering there. Yes, what just big and my gun's bigger. He'll find out when I pull the trigger. I'm going home, going to lose my shotgun right by the door and light a cigarette. He wants a fire? Well, now he's seen, and he ain't seen me crazy again. Stop my face and shook me like rag dog. Don't that sound like a real man? I'm going to show a little gunpowder, gunpowder, gunpowder in. Oh [Music] m
