Hey, whatever happened to waitin' your turn? Doing it all by hand?<br?Cause when everything is handed to you, It's only worth as much as the time put… - Miranda Lambert

I'm going 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 gonna show him what little girls are made of:
Gunpowder and lead.

At the baggage claim, you got a lot of luggage in your name
When you hit the ground, check the lost and found
Cause it ain't my problem now
I can't carry it on, I've got a lot of troubles on my own
It's all over the yard, in the trunk of the car
I'm packing' it in, so come and get it.

And I'll grab the wheel and point it west,
Pack the good and leave the rest.
I'll drive until I find the missing piece.
You said I wouldn't get too far on a tank of gas
And an empty heart,
But I have everything I'll ever need.
I got this old guitar and a brand new set of strings.