I don’t know. She mentions vengeance and a list of names. She mentions getting the kids and “she’s out there on her own again.”
I always assumed her husband was inside snoozing.
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The song Time To Live from the album Salisbury by Uriah Heep:
“…They say I killed a man
But I never told them why…
I know I’d do it all again
Yes, I would
I know I’d do it all again”
Unfinished Sympathy I Killed Her But That’s Not the Point
The lyrics aren’t anywhere on line I can find, but they’re aproximately
“Two fingers on the line, there goes a [the?] little life
bang bang
she’s dead enough for…”
Better Than Ezra One More Murder
“Saturday night, shots ring out,
Add one to the body count.”
Augustana Bullets
“She’s shaking in the car with the gun in her hands
Falling over love and a sweet romance
And I ain’t never thought it could come down to this
A bullet in my head, with the sweetest kiss
It’s in my head”
Le Tigre Bang Bang
"In New York the shooting of another unarmed black man raises further questions about NYPD tactics. On Friday an undercover policeman shot and killed Patrick Doorsman.
Murder is murder
Why’re they confused?
Another man dead
I read it in the news "
Dope Die Motherfucker Die
“I’ll be sorry so you said,
Well I’m not sorry Bang you’re dead!
Die Motherfucker Die Die Motherfucker Die!”
**22 20s ** Shoot Your Gun
“show me there are some tears behind your eyes
oh baby won’t you cry?
why’d you have to kill to feel alive?”
Kirsty MacColl Can’t Stop Killing You
“See I feel no pleasure
And I feel no pain
So what else can I do?
I can’t stop killing you…”
the rest of the lyrics make me think the “I” is a serial killer, but YMMV
“Do You Call That A Buddy”
“Careless Love”
According to her website Loreena McKennitt did the abridging and put the poem to music. Regardless of how you consider Bess’ death, you have to agree that the highwayman’s death qualifies
Family Snapshot by Peter Gabriel
This song is supposed to be based on the diary of the person who shot George Wallace, so it isn’t quite murder, but not for lack of trying.
“Culling of the Fold” (among others) by The Decemberists
Wait a minute. Wasn’t the highwayman an outlaw? I thought the term itself meant “outside the protection of the law,” and that such a one could be killed without penalty, meaning it wouldn’t be a murder.
A couple of oldies…
Springtime In Alaska by Johnny Horton
I was as innocent as i could be
I didn’t know Lil was Big Ed’s wife-to-be
He took out his knife and he gave it a throw
When it’s springtime in Alaska I’ll be six feet below
Flora by Peter, Paul & Mary
I stepped up to my rival
My dagger in my hand
I seized him by the collar
And I ordered him to stand
All in my desperation
I stabbed him in his breast
I killed a man for Flora
The Lilly of the West
And if an imaginary execution counts as murder, I give you The Criminal Cried from The Mikado (by Gilbert & Sullivan, of course)
He shivered and shook as he gave the sign
For the stroke he didn’t deserve
When all of a sudden his eye met mine
And it seemed to brace his nerve.
For he nodded his head and kissed his hand
And he whisteled an air did he
As the sabre true cut cleanly through
His cervical vertebrae, his vertebrae.
**Down the River **by Chris Knight (not Peter Brady)
Sleep Come Free Me–James Taylor:
Now the state of Alabama says I killed a man
The jury reached the same conclusion
I remember I was there
With a tire iron in my hand
The rest is all confusion
Hoyt Axton’s Della and the Dealer
Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
He snorted his coke through a century note,
And he swore that Boone would die.
And the stage was set when the lights went out,
There was death in Tucson town.
Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
But one stayed on the ground.
Grateful Dead’s That’s It for the Other One:
The other day they waited, the sky was dark and faded,
Solemnly they stated, “He has to die, you know he has to die.”
All the children learnin’, from books that they were burnin’,
Traffic’s John Barleycorn:
There were three men come from the West
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three made a solemn vow:
“John Barleycorn must die.”
Grace Slick’s Silver Spoon:
Stay out the kitchen children
The cook is cleaning his gun
He just got back from the open
markey - shooting his food on
the run.
Joni Mitchell’s Pirates of Penance:
I was at sea I tell you I was
Nowhere near the mentioned murder place
Hot Tuna’s 99 Year Blues:
Gotta .38 special man and .45 frame
You know the thing don’t miss 'cause I got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim
Got dead aim, got dead aim
And of course the Doors’ the End:
Father
Yes son?
I want to KILL you…
(The “love generation” certainly were fixated on violent death, huh?)
Actually, nobody is murdered in this song. The only things that are killed are brain cells (courtesy the song’s title “character”). 
Boot Hill fits the bill nicely (I only know Stevie Ray Vaughan’s version, but I seem to recall it being an older song than that.)
Look up on the wall baby
Hand me down my shootin’ iron
Call your mother long distance
Tell her to expect your body home
Felina was a barmaid at Rose’s Cantina, so that’s where he was going to meet her.
Another John/Taupin song:
Some punk with a shotgun killed young Danny Bailey
In cold blood, in the lobby of a downtown motel
Killed him in anger, a force he couldn’t handle
Helped pull the trigger that cut short his life…
Neil Young:
Down by the river / I shot my baby
Blind Melon Skinned
If I remember correctly is a song about Ed Gein.
Two by Porter Wagoner:
“The Cold, Hard Facts of Life” and “The Ballad of George Leroy Chickashea,” the latter being about a guy who (I kid you not) was “part White, part Black, part Indian” and “carried a .38, a switchblade, and a tomahawk.”