Big Bad Leroy Brown.
- By Jim Croce.
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Well the South Side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town,
And you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown
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Now Leroy he's more trouble,
And he stands about six foot four;
All the ladies in the town call him Tree Top Lover.
And the men just call him Sir. (Chorus)
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CHORUS:
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He is big, bad Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole darn town.
Badder than old King Kong,
Meaner than a junkyard dog.
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Now Leroy he's a gambler
And he loves his fancy clothes,
And he loves to wave his diamond rings
In front of everybody's nose
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He's got a Custom Continental.
He's got an Eldorado too.
He's got a thirty two gun
In his pocket for fun,
And a razor balde in his shoe. (Chorus)
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One night one Friday Evening,
Leroy was shooting dice,
And at the edge of the bar sat a gal named Doris,
And oh that gal looked nice!
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Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began,
And Leroy learned a lesson about messin',
With a wife of a jealous man. (Chorus)
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Well the two man took to fightin'
And when they pulled them from the floor,
Old Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone. (Chorus)
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