Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Gone Shootin” by AC/DC. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of AC/DC or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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