Bad Bad Leroy Brown by Jim Croce

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From: MarkHenjum@aol.com
Date: Wed, 16 Aug 1995 18:05:23 -0400
Subject: Bad Bad Leroy Brown, by Jim Croce

BAD BAD LEROY BROWN
Words and music by 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 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

CHORUS:
And he bad, bad Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damned 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
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

(CHORUS)

Now Friday 'bout a week ago
Leroy shootin' dice
And at the edge of the bar sat a girl name Doris
And oo, 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.

(CHORUS)


From: macon@gallifry.Berkeley.EDU (Glen Macon)
Date: 4 Aug 92 13:26:01 GMT

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Title:               BAD, BAD LEROY BROWN                   (Jim Croce)

                   G
         Well, the south side of Chicago
                A7
         Is the baddest part of town.
                    B7
         And if you go down there
                     C               D7                G
         You better just beware of a man name of Leroy Brown.

         Now, Leroy more than trouble,
                    A7
         You see he stand about 'bout six foot four.
                 B7                        C
         All the downtown ladies call him "treetop lover."
                 D7                 G
         All the men just call him "sir."

Chorus:           G
         And he's bad, bad, Leroy Brown,
             A7
         The baddest man in the whole damn town.
         B7              C
         Badder than old King Kong
             D             C
         And meaner than a junkyard dog.

         Now, Leroy, he a gambler,
         and he likes his fancy clothes.
         And he likes to wave diamond rings
         in front of everybody's nose.
         He got a custom Continental.
         He got an Eldorado too.
         He got a thirty-two gun in his pocket for fun.
         He got a razor in his shoe.

         (Chorus)

         Well, Friday 'bout a week ago,
         Leroy's 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.
         And Leroy Brown, he learned a lesson 'bout messin'
         with the wife of a jealous man

         (Chorus)

               G
         Well, the two men took to fightin'
                       A7
         And when they pulled them from the floor,
         B7                  C                    D7               G
         Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle with a couple of pieces gone.


Out Chorus:            B7                   C
         Yes, you were badder than old King Kong
             D             C        G
         And meaner than a junkyard dog.


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