Bad Bad Leroy Brown Lyrics

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