Well come on round and sit a spell I gotta story to tell This tale well it dont have no devils or no hell No fiddles of gold, or souls to be sold A boy born in a church not ten miles away Always different and always kinda weird Ricky Crackin, a man to be feared Ruff and tuff, bramble hearted fool He never cared for pub night No one knew why "C'mon ole Ricky lets get on out And dance and fight and drink" Get your hands off me you son of a bitch I'm not as nice as you seem to think. Yeah in and out of jail oh his mother worried well We all knew poor Ricky Wad'nt gon make it to 24, beaten up or shot Or thats what we thought He sweeped the town clean of its feet Swiped the bank clean in a single bloody night [Chorus] Oh we tried hard, oh we tried But Ricky wasnt on gods side I hope hes doin better in the county jail Let'em be a lesson young'uns Doing bad aint ever gonna bring you well Well thats what I said at least But deep down the truth I kinda admired Ricky How he played quick and loose Now he was a hellion, a thorn in our side Maybe I'll have more fun with Ricky by my side [Guitar solo] Yeah boy! [banjo solo] Here we go now C'mon! [fiddle solo] [Chorus] Oh we tried hard son, hell we tried But Ricky had to live his life I hope hes doin better Let'em be a lesson young'uns Doing bad aint ever gonna bring you well But Ricky Crackin showed me Sometimes its fun to raise a little hell Amen! Oh Ricky Crackin, what was your sin? Full of vinegar and piss deep within Oh Ricky Crackin, do you know the truth? It was me who ratted you to sheriff Ruth Oh Ricky Crackin, where will you be? Maybe one day you'll come back for me
