Gone Shootin'

(álbum: Powerage - 1978)

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 travelling bag
And never said, "bye-bye"
Something missing in the neighborhood
Of her crying eyes

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

Gone shooting
My baby gone shooting

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 running in an overdrive
A victim of overkill

She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for?

Gone shooting
She's gone
Gone, gone, gone

Gone shooting
My baby's gone shooting
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