Gone Shootin'

Feel the pressure rise And hear the whistle blow Bought a ticket of her own accord To, I don't know Packed her heart in a travellin' bag And never said, "Bye-bye" Something missin' in the neighborhood Of her cryin' eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon Knew her favorite tune Gone shootin' My baby gone shootin' Wrapped herself around Like a second skin Backed her favorite nag But she could never win I took an offer in another town She took another pill She was runnin' in an overdrive A victim of overkill She never made it past the bedroom door What was she aiming for? Gone shootin' She's gone Gone, gone, gone Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Look out, woo (Gone shootin') how am I gonna get her down? (Gone shootin') ow, look out, look out, look out (Gone shootin') I shouldn't get in her way (Gone shootin') ah, she sure is loaded (Gone shootin') she's gone, gone, gone, gone, she's gone (Gone shootin') I used to love her so