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.