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
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