Tommy Jackson Lyrics - Randy Rogers Band

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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