Feel the pressure rise
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 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

[Solo]

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