Lyrics:

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'
Somethin' missin' in the neighborhood
Of her cryin' eyes

I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favorite tune

Gone shootin'
My baby's 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 aimin' 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
She's gone (Gone shootin')
Gone, gone, gone, she's gone
Gone shootin'

(Way!)
I used to love her so