| Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone
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| Lived nine to five and he worked his fingers to the bone
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| Just barely out of school, came from the edge of town
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| Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down, no
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| He had no money, no
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| No good at home
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| Walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone
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| And now it’s
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| Eighteen and life, you got it
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| Eighteen and life, you know
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| Your crime is time and it’s eighteen and life to go
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| Eighteen and life, you got it
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| Eighteen and life, you know
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| Your crime is time and it’s eighteen and life to go
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| Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline
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| It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean
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| They say he loved adventure, «Ricky's the wild one»
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| He married trouble, had a courtship with a gun
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| Bang-bang, shoot 'em up, the party never ends
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| You can’t think of dying when the bottle’s your best friend
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| And now it’s
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| Eighteen and life, you got it
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| Eighteen and life, you know
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| Your crime is time and it’s eighteen and life to go
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| Eighteen and life, you got it
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| Eighteen and life, you know
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| Your crime is time and it’s eighteen and life to go
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| Yeah, yeah
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| «Accidents will happen,» they all heard Ricky say
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| He fired his six-shot to the wind
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| And that child blew a child away, yeah, yeah
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| Hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Eighteen and life, you got it
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| Eighteen and life, you know
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| Your crime is time and it’s eighteen and life to go
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| Eighteen and life, you got it
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| Eighteen and life, you know
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| Your crime is time and it’s eighteen and life to go
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| Yeah
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa |