It didn't matter Tommy Jackson was running free

Cause the man he killed never mattered much to me

There's talk in our town about where Tommy might run

Wondered if it mattered, he has used my gun 



80 Miles East of the line down on my grand daddy's farm

He laid low just for the night and he slept there in our barn

I watched him steal our Ford and drive away in the sun

18 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run



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Isn't love a funny thing with a pistol in your hand



Close you eyes and bow your head to pray if you can



Well you sealed your fate when you picked up that shotgun



18 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run, on the run



For 15 days Tommy kept his conscience between the lines

His ex-wife and a cold jail cell were always on his mind

He ran out of cash at an east-bound truck stop

But he found work there at Fritz's muffler shop

Fritz was a good man and Pamela was his wife

2 kids a nice home and on the surface a good life

But drunk on Whisky Pam and Tommy had some fun

18 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run



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Now every Sunday morning she goes down to the place where he lays

She tells Tommy how she never wanted things this way

Rest in Peace Tommy Jackson 1981

18 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run



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