Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown - Jim Croce

Lyrics by：James Joseph Croce

Composed by：James Joseph Croce

Produced by：James Joseph 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 'bout six foot four

All the downtown ladies call him treetop lover

All the men just call him sir

And it's 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 thirty two gun in his pocket for fun

He got a razor in his shoe

And it's bad bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damned town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

Well Friday 'bout a week ago

Leroy shootin' dice

And at the edge of the bar

Sat a girl named a Doris

And ooh that girl looked 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

And it's bad bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damned town

Badder than old King Kong

And meaner than a junkyard dog

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

And it's bad bad Leroy Brown

The baddest man in the whole damned town

Badder than old King Kong

Meaner than a junkyard dog

He was badder than old King Kong

Meaner than a junkyard dog