[Verse 1]
Em
Crazy little child
C
Never got to see
Em B
All the pretty things in life
B7
Had him put away
Em
Nothing they could say
C B
Could ever make the pieces fit
Em
Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
C
Mama was a bitch
Em B
Living wasn't easy in between
B7
Behind his silent scream
Em
Jackson, in his teens
C B Em
Was planning his escape
[Chorus]
G
He was a crazy little child
D
New Orleans Alley playground
D7
Grimy faced
D7 Em
He watched the hookers cry
G D
Winos were his friends and when he talked to them
D7 B
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"
[Verse 2]
Em
Depression settin' in
C
Desp'rate, cool and quick
Em B
Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
B7
Little candy stores
Em
Just pickin' locks and doors
C B Em
Was practice for a two bit petty thief
Em
So Jackson went to Ritz
C
And ev'ryone was hip
Em B
Ritz ran all the rackets there in town
B7
If you need another boy
Em
A trigger or a blade
Em C B
Well, I'm the slickest cat around
Em
Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye
C
Once over, then he smiled
Em B
"Yeah, I've got something here in mind
B7
If you meet me here at two
Em
I think you'll like the view
C B Em
Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight"
[Chorus]
G
He was a crazy little child
D
New Orleans Alley playground
D7
Grimy faced
D7 Em
He watched the hookers cry
G D
Winos were his friends and when he talked to them
D7 B
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by" that's right
[Verse 3]
Em
Well, I'll wait for you outside
C
And I'll be your ears and your eyes
Em B
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot
B7
But Ritz was taken by surprise
Em
Couple of unspected guys
C B Em
And they left poor Jackson inside
[Instrumental solo]
Em Em Em C C C Em Em Em B B B
B7 B7 B7 Em Em Em C C C B B B
Em Em Em C C C Em Em Em B B B
B7 B7 B7 Em Em Em C C C B B B
[Verse 4]
Em
Questions there were few
C
In fact there were none
Em B
When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly
B7
He lay dying on the floor
Em
With a smokin' forty-four
C B Em
He said, "I must admit the winos were right"
Em
Crazy little child
C
Never got to see
Em B
All the pretty things in life
B7
We buried him today
Em
Nothing we could say
C B
Could ever make the pieces fit
C B Em
Yeah, I must admit the winos were right
C B Em
Oh, I must admit the winos were right
C
His last words were
B B B C Em
I must admit the winos we-ere ri-ight