Uncle Fiscus – Gone Shootin lyrics
Album: Uncle Fiscus
Feel the preasure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Found a ticket of her own accord
To I don't know
Packed her heart in a travelin' bag
And never said bye, bye
Somethin' missin' in the nieghbourhood
All the cryin' eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favourite tune...
Gone Shootin'
My baby's Gone Shootin'
Wrap yourself around
Like a second skin
Packed your favourite nag
And she let me in
I took an offer in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin' in overdrive
A victim of overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aimin' for?
Gone Shootin'
She's gone,
Long gone, gone
Whoa!
(solo)
Gone Shootin'
My baby's Gone Shootin'
Whoaaa look out.
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