Crazy Little Child Ukulele chords by Alice Cooper

Intro:

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Verse 1:
Gm
Crazy little child
D#
Never got to see
Gm            D
All the pretty things in life
 D
Had him put away
Gm
Nothing they could say
    D#      D   Gm
Could ever make the pieces fit

Verse 2:
     Gm
Aw well, Daddy-o was rich
D#
Mama was a b**ch
Gm           D
Living wasn't easy in between
D
Behind his silent scream
Gm
Jackson, in his teens
   D#    D   Gm
Was planning his escape


Chorus:
      A#
He was a crazy little child
   F
New Orleans Alley playground
F7
Grimy faced
 F7           Gm
He watched the hookers cry
 A#             F
Winos were his friends and when he talked to them
       F7                 D
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by"


Verse 3:
Gm
Depression settin' in
D#
Desp'rate, cool and quick
Gm                   D
Jackson learned the ropes out on the street
 D
Little candy stores
 Gm
Just pickin' locks and doors
   D#        D      Gm
Was practice for a two bit petty thief


Intro again:

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Verse 4:
  Gm
So Jackson went to Ritz
   D#
And ev'ryone was hip
Gm                 D
Ritz ran all the rackets there in town
    D
If you need another boy
  Gm
A trigger or a blade
    D#       D  Gm
Well, I'm the slickest cat around


Verse 5:
    Gm
Yeah, Ritz gave him the eye
   D#
Once over, then he smiled
 Gm                D
"Yeah, I've got something here in mind
    D
If you meet me here at two
  Gm
I think you'll like the view
        D#       D         Gm
Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight"


Chorus:
      A#
He was a crazy little child
   F
New Orleans Alley playground
F7
Grimy faced
 F7           Gm
He watched the hookers cry
 A#             F
Winos were his friends and when he talked to them
       F7                 D
They said, "Jackson, boy, they'll get you by and by" that's right


Verse 6:
Gm
Well, I'll wait for you outside
         D#
And I'll be your ears and your eyes
     Gm                      D
And boy, you just slip in there and bring out all that loot
       D
But Ritz was taken by surprise
      Gm
Couple of unspected guys
      D#     D   Gm
And they left poor Jackson inside


Instrumental solo:
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D D D Gm Gm Gm D# D# D#  D D D  Gm

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Verse 7:
 Gm
Questions there were few
  D#
In fact there were none
 Gm                  D
When those Sheriff's bullets start to fly
     D
He lay dying on the floor
     Gm
With a smokin' forty-four
       D#       D     Gm
He said, "I must admit the winos were right"


Outro Chorus:
Gm
Crazy little child
 D#
Never got to see
 Gm            D
All the pretty things in life
   D
We buried him today
 Gm
Nothing we could say
    D#      D   Gm
Could ever make the pieces fit
     D#       D     Gm
Yeah, I must admit the winos were right
    D#        D     Gm
Oh, I must admit the winos were right

His last words were

 D#       D D D D     Gm Gm Gm Gm
I must admit the winos we-ere ri-ight


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