Gone Shootin'
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Feel the pressure rise Hear the whistle blow Found a ticket on her own accord That I don't know Packed her heart in a traveling bag And never said bye bye Something's missing in the neighborhood All the cryin' eyes I stirred my coffee with the same spoon Do a favorite tune Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Wrap yourself around Like a second skin backed her favorite nag But she could never win I took her number in another town She took another pill She was running in overdrive Up until my overkill She never made it passed the bedroom door What was she aiming for? Gone shootin' She's gone, gone gone gone Gone shootin' My baby's gone shootin' Gone shootin' Got everything you could ever want She's gone, gone gone gone, she's gone Gone shootin' |