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Well 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, that he'd used my gun 80 miles east of the line, down on my granddaddy's farm He laid low just for the night, 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 CHORUS: Isn't love a funny thing, with a pistol in your hand Close your eyes, and bow your head, 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 15 days he kept his conscience between the line His ex-wife and a cold jail cell were always on his mind Ran out of money at an east-bound truckstop He found work there in Fritz's muffler shop Fritz was a good man, and Pamela was his wife 2 kids, a nice home and on the surface a nice life Drunk on whiskey, Pam and Tommy had some fun 18 years of getting older, now a dead man on the run Letras de cancionesCHORUS On the run Every Sunday morning, she goes down to the place where he lays 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 CHORUS 18 years of getting older, now a dead man on the run On the run From Letras Mania