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 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