Ricky was a young boy,
he had a heart of stone,
lived nine to five
and he 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, oh, no
He had no money, no,
no good at home.
He walked the streets 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.
Eighteen and life, you got it.
Eighteen and life, you know.
Your crime is time
and it's eighteen and life to go.
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,
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...
...eighteen and life, you got it.
Eighteen and life, you know.
Your crime is time and it's
eighteen and life to go.
Eighteen and life, you got it.
Eighteen and life, you know.
Your crime is time
and it's eighteen and life to go.
Yeah, yeah.
"Accidents will happen,"
they all heard Ricky say.
He fired his six-shot to the wind,
that child blew a child away, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Eighteen and life, you got it.
Eighteen and life, you know.
Your crime is time and it's
eighteen and life to go, whoa.
Eighteen and life, you got it.
Eighteen and life, you know.
Your crime is time
and it's eighteen and life to go, yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.