Randy Rogers Tommy Jackson lyrics

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 had used my gun

Eighty miles east of the line down on my grand daddy'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
Eighteen years of getting older now a dead man on the run

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
Eighteen years of getting older now a dead man on the run, on the run

For fifteen days he kept his conscience between the lines
His ex-wife and a cold jail cell were always on his mind
He ran out of money 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
Two kids a nice home and on the surface a good life

Drunk on whisky Pam and Tommy had some fun
Eighteen years of getting older now a dead man on the run

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
Eighteen years of getting older now a dead man on the run, on the run

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
Eighteen ears of getting older now a dead man on the run

Isn't love a funny thing with a pistol in your hand
Close your eyes and bow your head to pray if you can
Well, you sealed your fate when you picked up that shotgun
Eighteen years of getting older now a dead man on the run
Eighteen years of getting older now a dead man on the run, on the run