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
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 running in overdrive
A victim of overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for?
Gone, gone, gone
My baby's gone shooting
(Gone shootin') How am I going to get her down?
(Gone shootin') Look out, look out, look out
(Gone shootin') I shouldn't get in her way
(Gone shootin') Yeah, she sure is loaded
(Gone shootin') She's gone, gone, gone, she's gone
I used to love her so
AC/DC – Gone Shootin' Lyrics