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