Bad Bad Leroy Brown de Jim Croce

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		   BAD BAD LEROY BROWN
Words and music by Jim Croce

Well the  G7>South side of Chicago
Is the  A7>baddest part of town
And if you  B7>go down there you better  C7>just beware
Of a  D7>man named Leroy  G7>Brown
Now  G7>Leroy more than trouble
You see he  A7>stand about six foot four
All the  B7>downtown ladies call him  C7>treetop lover
All the  D7>men just call him  G7>sir

CHORUS:
And he  G7>bad, bad Leroy Brown
The  A7>baddest man in the whole damned town
 B7>Badder than old King  C7>Kong
And  D7>meaner than a junkyard  G7>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)



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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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