Jim Croce - Bad bad leroy brown

In the ^Csouth side of Chicago, is the ^D7baddest part of town. And if you ^E7go down there, you better ^Fjust beware, of a ^G7man named Leroy Brow^Cn.

Now ^CLeroy, more than trouble. You see he ^D7stand bout six foot four. And the ^E7downtown ladies call him ^Ftree top lover, and the ^G7men just call him ^Csir.

And he's ^Cbad, bad Leroy Brown. The ^D7baddest man in the whole damn town. ^E7Badder than a ole King ^FKong, an ^Gmeaner than a ^Fjunkyard d^Cog.

Now ^CLeroy, he's a gambler. And he ^D7likes his fancy clothes. And he ^E7likes to wave his ^Fdiamond rings, in front of ^G7everybody's ^Cnose. ^CHe got a custom Continental. He got an ^D7Eldorado too. He got a ^E7thirty two gun, in his ^Fpocket for fun, he got a ^G7razor in his ^Cshoe.

Well ^Cfriday, bout a week ago. ^D7Leroy, shootin dice. At the ^E7edge of the bar, sat a ^Fgirl named Doris. And ^G7ooh dat girl looked ^Cnice. ^CWell he casts his eyes upon her, and ^D7trouble soon began. And ^E7Leroy Brown learned a ^Flesson, bout messin with the ^G7wife of a jealous ^Cman.

^CWell the two men, took to fightin, and when they ^D7pulled them from the floor. ^E7Leroy looked like a ^Fjig saw puzzle, with a ^G7couple of pieces ^Cgone.