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Tommy Jackson
Randy Rogers Band
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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
80 miles east of the line, down on my granddaddy's farm
He laid low, just for the night, 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
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15 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
2 kids, a nice home and on the surface, a good life
But drunk on whiskey, Pam and Tommy, had some fun
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
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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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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
18 years of getting older, now a dead man, on the run
On the run
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