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