Randy Rogers
Tommy Jackson
It didn't matter Tommy Jackson was running freeCause the man he killed never mattered much to meThere's talk in our town about where Tommy might runWondered if it mattered, he has used my gun80 Miles East of the line down on my grand daddy's farmHe laid low just for the night and he slept there in our barnI watched him steal our Ford and drive away in the sun18 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run[Chorus]Isn't love a funny thing with a pistol in your handClose you eyes and bow your head to pray if you canWell you sealed your fate when you picked up that shotgun18 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run, on the runFor 15 days Tommy kept his conscience between the linesHis ex-wife and a cold jail cell were always on his mindHe ran out of cash at an east-bound truck stopBut he found work there at Fritz's muffler shopFritz was a good man and Pamela was his wife2 kids a nice home and on the surface a good lifeBut drunk on Whiskey Pam and Tommy had some fun18 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run[Chorus]Letras de cancionesNow every Sunday morning she goes down to the place where he laysShe tells Tommy how she never wanted things this wayRest in Peace Tommy Jackson 198118 Years of getting older now a dead man on the run[Chorus]
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