Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Words & Music:

Jim Croce

 

          G7                           A7

Well, the south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town.

           B7                        C7

And if you go down there, you better just beware

     D7                G

Of a man name of Leroy Brown.

 

Now, Leroy more than troubl.  You see, he stand about six-foot-four.

All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover".

All the men just call him "Sir."

 

CHORUS:

         G7                         A7

And he's bad, bad Leroy Brown.  The baddest man in the whole damn town.

B7                   C        D7            C        G

Badder than old King Kong and meaner than a junkyard dog.

 

Now, Leroy, he a gambler and he like his fancy clothes.

And he like to wave his diamond rings In front of everybody's nose.

He got a custom Continental.  He got an Eldorado too.

He got a .32 gun in his pocket for fun.  He got a razor in his shoe.

 

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Now, Friday 'bout a week ago, Leroy shootin' dice.

And at the edge of the bar sat a girl name Doris

And, oooo!  That girl looked nice!

Well, he cast his eyes upon her and the trouble soon began.

Leroy Brown learned a lesson 'bout messin'

With the wife of a jealous man.

 

CHORUS:

 

Well the two men took to fighting

And when they pulled them from the floor.

Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone.

 

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