AC/DC. Gone Shootin'

Feel the pressure riseHear the whistle blowBought a ticket of her own accordTo I dunnoPacked your heart in a travellin' bagAnd never said bye byeSomething missing in the neighbourhoodOf her cryin' eyesI stirred my coffee with the same spoonKnew her favourite tuneGone shootin'My baby's gone shootin'Wrap herself aroundLike a second skinBacked her favourite nagBut she could never winI took an offer