In the Philadelphia streets, where his story began A singer-songwriter's voice, with a gentle plan He'd weave tales of love and life, in every single line His guitar softly singing, a heartfelt rhyme Jim Croce, your legacy remains A voice that echoes, through love and pain Bad, bad Leroy Brown, and Time in a Bottle too Your songs live on, forever true [Guitar picking solo] From the folk clubs to the charts, his music took flight Operator, I'll give you a number, shone with delight He'd sing of life's joys and sorrows, in every single song A legacy that lives on, where his music belongs
