Gone Shootin'
Lyrics
Feel the pressure rise Hear the whistle blow Found a ticket
of a roller chord That I don't know Packed your heart in a travelling bag
And never said bye bye Something missing in the neighbourhood All the crying
eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon Do a favourite tune
Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin'
Rub the soap around Like a second skin Backed a favourite nag But she could never win I took your number in another town She took another pill She was running in an overdrive Up until my 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' I'm gonna have to get a gun Look out, look out She could have anyone She sure is loaded
I used to love her so