Gone Shootin' - AC/DC

Feel the pressure rise

Hear the whistle blow

Bought a ticket of her own accord

To, I don't know

Packed your heart in a travellin' bag

And never said bye bye

Something missing in the neighborhood

Of her cryin' eyes

I stirred my coffee with the same spoon

Knew her favorite tune

Gone shootin'

My baby's 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

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')

I used to love her so