Neil
I wanna write a song that my father could play
He knew a few open chords back in the day
Then he got busy with a family
I still remember a few songs he sang to me
Bad bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in this whole damn town
Picked a fine time to leave me Lucille,
4 hungry children and a crop in the field
I wanna play ball like my daddy could play
He ran his mouth non-stop from behind the plate
He could shoot good pool and he really could skate
Wish I could say the same about his golf game
Bad bad Leroy Brown, was only 42 when cancer came around
Picked a fine time to scare us to death,
Glad he wasn't ready, to leave us just yet
I wanna build stuff like my father could build
He could fix anything he could learn any skill
He could outwork a man two times his size
But had a hard time taking anybody's advice
Bad bad Leroy Brown, stubborn as a mule if he wan't such a clown
Picked a fine time to love him Lorraine,
It must have took the patience of a patron saint
I wanna be wiser than my father was
Take better care of myself and those that I love
Learned a lot of lessons from his mistakes
I wanna write a song that my father could play
Bad bad Leroy Brown, it took a heart attack to bring him down
Picked a fine time to leave us all Neil
Three grown up children, and a crop in the field
He knew a few open chords back in the day
Then he got busy with a family
I still remember a few songs he sang to me
Bad bad Leroy Brown, the baddest man in this whole damn town
Picked a fine time to leave me Lucille,
4 hungry children and a crop in the field
I wanna play ball like my daddy could play
He ran his mouth non-stop from behind the plate
He could shoot good pool and he really could skate
Wish I could say the same about his golf game
Bad bad Leroy Brown, was only 42 when cancer came around
Picked a fine time to scare us to death,
Glad he wasn't ready, to leave us just yet
I wanna build stuff like my father could build
He could fix anything he could learn any skill
He could outwork a man two times his size
But had a hard time taking anybody's advice
Bad bad Leroy Brown, stubborn as a mule if he wan't such a clown
Picked a fine time to love him Lorraine,
It must have took the patience of a patron saint
I wanna be wiser than my father was
Take better care of myself and those that I love
Learned a lot of lessons from his mistakes
I wanna write a song that my father could play
Bad bad Leroy Brown, it took a heart attack to bring him down
Picked a fine time to leave us all Neil
Three grown up children, and a crop in the field
Credits
Writer(s): Todd Austin John Elsliger
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