Crazy Little Child

Crazy little child
 Never got to see
 All the pretty things in life
 Had him put away
 Nothing they could say
 Could ever make the pieces fit
 Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
 Mama was a bitch
 Living wasn't easy in between
 Behind his silent scream
 Jackson in his teens
 Was planning his escape
 He was a crazy little child
 New Orleans Alley playground
 Grimy faced
 He watched the hookers cry
 Winos were his friendsAnd when he talked to them
 They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"
 Depression settin' in
 Desp'rate, cool and quick
 Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
 Little candy stores
 Just pickin' locks and doors
 Was practice for a two bit petty thief
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 So Jackson went to Ritz
 And ev'ryone was hip
 Ritz ran all the rackets there in town
 If you need another boy
 A trigger or a blade
 Well, I'm the slickest cat around
 Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye
 Once over, then he smiled
 "Yeah, I've got something here in mind
 If you meet me here at two
 I think you'll like the view
 Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight"
 He was a crazy little child
 New Orleans Alley playground
 And grimy faced
 He watched the hookers cry, whoo
 Winos were his friends
 And when he talked to them
 They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by," that's right
 Well, I'll wait for you outside
 And I'll be your ears and your eyes
 And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot
 But Ritz was taken by surprise
 Couple of unspectin' guys
 And they left poor Jackson inside
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 Questions there were few
 In fact there were none
 When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly
 Lay dying on the floor
 With a smokin' forty four
 He said, "I must admit the winos were right"
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 Crazy little child
 Never got to see
 All the pretty things in life
 We buried him today
 Nothing we could say
 Could ever make the pieces fit
 Yeah, I must admit the winos were right
 Oh, I must admit the winos were right
 Yes, that's what I said
 I must admit the winos we-ere ri-ight