Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone.
Lived nine to five 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.
He had no money, oooh no good at home.
He walked the streets as a soldier and he fought the world alone
And now it's

Eighteen and life you got it
Eighteen and life you know
Your crime is time and it's
Eighteen and life to go
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Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline.
It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean.
They say he loved adventure, "ricky's the wild one."
He married trouble and 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 best friend
And now it's

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accidents will happen" they all heard ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind and that child blew a child away

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