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 b____
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 friends
And 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

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

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'

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

Nińo loco
Nunca llegué a ver
Todas las cosas bonitas en la vida
Lo había guardado
Nada de lo que se podría decir
Nunca podría hacer que las piezas encajan

Oh bien, papá-o era rico
Mamá era una perra
Vida no era fácil en el medio
Detrás de su grito silencioso
Jackson en su adolescencia
Estaba planeando su fuga

Él era un nińo loco
Nueva Orleans Callejón parque
Sucio enfrentan
Vio cómo las putas lloran
Borrachos eran sus amigos
Y cuando hablé con ellos
Ellos dijeron, 'Jackson, nińo, te salir adelante y por'

Depresión settin en
Desp'rate, fresco y rápido
Jackson aprendió de las cuerdas en la calle
Pequeńas tiendas de caramelo
Apenas Pickin cerraduras y puertas
Era una práctica para un ladrón dos bits menores

Así que Jackson fue a Ritz
Y ev'ryone fue la cadera
Ritz corrió todas las raquetas que en la ciudad
Si necesita otro nińo
Un disparador o una cuchilla
Bueno, yo soy el gato más diestros en todo

Sí, el Ritz le dio el ojo
Una vez más, luego sonrió
"Sí, tengo algo aquí en la mente
Si usted me encuentra aquí a las dos
Creo que le gusta la vista
De que el verde de largo cuando

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