Crazy Little ChildNever Got to SeeAll the Pretty Things in LifeHad Him Put AwayNothing They Could SayCould Ever Make the Pieces FitAw Well, Daddy-o Was RichMama Was a BitchLiving Wasn't Easy in BetweenBehind His Silent ScreamJackson in His TeensWas Planning His EscapeHe Was a Crazy Little ChildNew Orleans Alley PlaygroundGrimy FacedHe Watched the Hookers CryWinos Were His Friends and When He Talked to ThemThey Said, "Jackson, Boy, They'll Get You By and By"Depression Settin' InDesp'rate, Cool and QuickJackson Learned the Ropes Out On the StreetLittle Candy StoresJust Pickin' Locks and DoorsWas Practice For a Two Bit Petty ThiefSo Jackson Went to RitzAnd Ev'ryone Was HipRitz Ran All the Rackets There in TownIf You Need Another BoyA Trigger Or a BladeWell, I'm the Slickest Cat AroundYeah, Ritz Gave Him the EyeOnce Over, Then He Smiled"Yeah, I've Got Something Here in MindIf You Meet Me Here At TwoI Think You'll Like the ViewOf That Long Green When You Crack That Safe Tonight"He Was a Crazy Little ChildNew Orleans Alley PlaygroundAnd Grimy FacedHe Watched the Hookers Cry, WhooWinos Were His FriendsAnd When He Talked to ThemThey Said, "Jackson, Boy, They'll Get You By and By," That's RightWell, I'll Wait For You OutsideAnd I'll Be Your Ears and Your EyesAnd Boy, You Just Slip in There and Bring Out All That LootBut Ritz Was Taken By SurpriseCouple of Unspectin' GuysAnd They Left Poor Jackson InsideQuestions There Were FewIn Fact There Were NoneWhen Those Sheriff's Bullets Start to FlyLay Dying On the FloorWith a Smokin' Forty FourHe Said, "I Must Admit the Winos Were Right"Crazy Little ChildNever Got to SeeAll the Pretty Things in LifeWe Buried Him TodayNothing We Could SayCould Ever Make the Pieces FitYeah, I Must Admit the Winos Were RightOh, I Must Admit the Winos Were RightYes, That's What I SaidI Must Admit the Winos We-ere Ri-ight
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