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