Lyrics:

(A. Young M. Young B.Scott) Feel the pressure rise Hear the whistle blow Bought a ticket of her own accord To I dunno Packed her heart in a travellin' bag And never said bye bye Something missing in the neighbourhood Of her cryin' eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon Knew her favourite tune Gone shootin' My baby gone shootin' Wrapped herself around Like a second skin Backed her favourite 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 Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Gone shooting, how am I gonna get her down Gone shooting, look out look out look out Gone shooting, she can hurt someone Gone shooting, yeah she sure is loaded Gone shooting, she's gone gone gone gone she's gone Gone shooting