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 name of Leroy Brown.
Now Leroy more than trouble.
You see he stand about six-foot four.
All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover.
All the men just call him Sir./And he's--
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Bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town.
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
Under everybody's nose.
He got a custom Continental.
He got a El Dorado, too.
He got a thirty-two gun in his pocket for fun.
He got a razor in his shoe./Yeah, he's--
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Well Friday, 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar sat a girl name of Doris
And, oh, that girl look nice.
Well, he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began.
Leroy Brown, he learned a lesson 'bout a-messin'
With the wife of a jealous man./And he's--
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Well, the two men took to fightin'
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy look like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone./And he's--
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