Bad, Bad Leroy Brown



Jim Croce
Well, the south side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown

Now Leroy's more than trouble
You see, he stand about six foot four
All those down-town ladies
Call him treetop lover
All the men just call him Sir

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And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog

Now Leroy, he's a gambler
And he likes his fancy clothes
And he likes to wear
His diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose

He's got a custom Continental
He's got an El Dorado, too
He's got a .32 gun
In his pocket for fun
He got a razor in his shoe

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Well, Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar
Sat a girl name Doris
And, oh that girl looked nice

Well, he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And Leroy Brown had learned a lesson
'Bout a-messin'
With the wife of a jealous man

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Well, those two men took to fightin'
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like
A jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

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Yeah, he was badder than old King Kong
And meaner than a junkyard dog





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