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
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 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')
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 I used to love her so