Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone.
Lived 9 to 5 and worked his fingers to the bone.
Just barely got 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 a soldier and he fought the world alone
And now its

18 and life you got it
18 and life you know
Your crime is time and its
18 and life to go
(repeat above)

Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline.
It kept his [bad word] but it never kept him clean.
They say he loved adventure, rickys the wild one.
He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun.
Bang bang shoot em up, the party never ends.
You cant think of dying when the bottles your best friend
And now its
 [bad word] 
Accidents will happen they all heard ricky say
He fired his six-shot to the wind that blew a child away.
 [bad word]