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