Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Just barely out of school, came from the edge of town.
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down, no.
He had no money, noo, no good at home.
He walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone.
And now it's, 18 and life you got it. 18 and life you know. You're crime is time and it's 18 and life to go. 18 and life you got it, 18 and life you know. You're crime is time and it's 18 and life to go.
Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline.
It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean.
They said he loved adventure. "Ricky's the wild one"
He married trouble, had a courtship with a gun.
Bang-bang shoot em up, the party never ends.
You can't think of dying when the bottle's your bestfriend
And now it's 18 and life you got it. 18 and life you know. You're crime is time and it's 18 and life to go. 18 and life you got it, 18 and life you know. You're crime is time and it's 18 and life to go.
"Accidents will happen", they all heard Ricky say.
He fired his six-shot to the wind - that shot blew a child away.
And now it's 18 and life you got it. 18 and life you know. You're crime is time and it's 18 and life to go. 18 and life you got it. 18 and life you know. You're crime is time and it's 18 and life to go.
You, my dear, are the bestsest big sister in the world!
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