Gone Shootin' Songtext
von Spearfish

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Found a ticket on the road, of course
Gee, I don′t know
Packed her heart in a traveling bag
Never said bye-bye
Something's missing in the neighborhood
All the crying eyes

Stuck a cup in a safe spoon
To a favorite tune

Gone shooting
Whoa, my baby′s gone shooting


Wrapped herself around
Like a second skin
Packed her favorite bag
But she could never win
I took her number in another town
She took another pill
She was running in overdrive
Up until my woman kill

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

Gone shooting
Whoa, she's gone, gone, gone, gone

Gone shooting
Gone shooting
Gone shooting
Gone shooting