Paroles:
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

Operator, well, could you help me place this call? See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded She's living in L. A. with my best old ex-friend

The railroads and the riverboats that bred the mighty man That we read about and we dream about, the men who built this land And the farmers and the lumbermen

Gonna tell you a story that you won't believe But I fell in love last Friday evenin' With a girl I saw on a bar room TV screen Well, I was just gettin

Like the pine trees linin' the windin' road I've got a name, I've got a name Like the singin' bird and the croakin' toad I've got a name, I've got a name

Well, I know it's kinda late I hope I didn't wake you But what I got to say can't wait I know you'd understand 'Cause every time I tried to tell you

I'd like to think about her and the way she used to love me But I just can't live without her 'cause her arms are not around me And the season's getting

Spin, spin, spin Spin around, spin around The harlequin dances In a costume of green Spin around But under his makeup His age can't be seen Spin around

The last face that I looked on Can't recall too much about The image of it left me Each time the lights went out The last mind that I wandered I remember