The Old Farm Debt

Jacko took the back road that night Jacko did not turn on no headlights Jacko did not shiver with frost, or with fright And Jacko hit the back road that night Becky took a pen out of her hair She said "Jacko, we both know that life ain't fair We both need all the brawn that you can bear And Becky marked two crosses on her dress And Becky had a .22 Ruger Jacko had three plugs in the glovebox of their car And Jacko had an old pistol, left over from his Pa And Becky clutched an angry old memoir And when the harvest moon was bright Three shots howled like Devils, escaping in the night Two men lay dead, and a scratching pen did write And Becky took the back road that night Take your money and run Take your money and run An old score got riddled full of holes Three kids cried out as the Wheatbelt news did unfold Two widows embraced in the hovel that they sold And one sister took the glitter from the gold Jacko, did it end the way it could have done? Johnny, did it end the way it should have done? Annie, take your money and run And Becky, swig your Passion Pop and rum Take your money and run Take your money and run Take your money and run