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Well the South side of Chicago
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Is the baddest part of town
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And if you go down there
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You better just beware
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Of a man named Leroy Brown
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Now Leroy more than trouble
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You see he stand 'bout six foot four
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All the downtown ladies call him "Treetop Lover"
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All the men just call him "Sir"
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Chorus:
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And it's bad, bad Leroy Brown
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The baddest man in the whole damned town
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Badder than old King Kong
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And meaner than a junkyard dog
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Now Leroy he a gambler
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And he like his fancy clothes
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And he like to wave his diamond rings
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In front of everybody's nose
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He got a custom Continental
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He got an Eldorado too
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He got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
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He got a razor in his shoe
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Now Friday 'bout a week ago
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Leroy shootin' dice
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And at the edge of the bar
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Sat a girl named Doris
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And oo that girl looked nice
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Well he cast his eyes upon her
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And the trouble soon began
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'Cause Leroy Brown learned a lesson
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'Bout messin' with the wife of a jealous man
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Well the two men took to fighting
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And when they pulled them off the floor
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Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
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With a couple of pieces gone
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Bad Bad Leroy Brown
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| Jim Croce |
