A bunch of wild boys was hanging around   At the local neighborhood saloon   And some cat kept dropping quarters down in the jukebox   Playing all the favorite tunes      And back by the bar playing cards looking hard   Was big bad Solomon Jones   And watching over his luck   Was the love of his life   Is the lady that was known as Simone      When out of the night which was dark and cold   Into the smoke-filled dimly-lit room   Stumbled in a thug    Who was smelling like bud   And his eyes looked high as the moon      He looked like a man with his foot in the grave   And his lifetime about to be out   Yet he slapped down some hundred-dollar bills on the bar   And he yelled out "drinks on the house"      Now nobody could place where this dude was from   But we knew that he was far from home   But we drank to his health   And the last to drink was big bad Solomon Jones      Now there are some G's   Who just run the streets   And they live life in and out of jail   And such was he, that kind of OG   That looked like he'd been through hell      With his hair in cornrows   A mean mug grill   Like a dog who's day is done   He lit up the green stuff in his cigar   And took hits one by one      Now I got to thinking who this cat could be   And what the hell is- going on   Well I turned around and who was staring at him   The lady that was known as Simone       And the white t-shirt all stained with dirt   He was trying not to be rude   But he was trying to find another   Good song on the jukebox   So he could just set the mood      Have you ever been out in the city streets   With the gang-made players so clear   Where the police and gangsters control the block   And gunshots is all that you hear      When the only sounds are the drums of war   And you left out in the cold   A half-dead man in a half-dead world   And a yellow-brick road to go      Then all of a sudden the music changed    And everyone just held their post 
But it felt like a life had been robbed from you    And everything that you held close    
That someone has stolen the women you love    And that her love was a devil's lie 
That your heart was gone and the best thing that you could do is crawl away and die 
It's the painful cry of a man's despair deep down in his bones 
I guess misery enjoys company, said big bad Solomon Jones      And the stranger turned   And his eyes had burned   In a most peculiar way   And the white t-shirt that was stained in dirt   He sat in to watch me sway      Then his mouth had frowned up in this kind of grin   And he spoke in a voice so clear   "Boys you don't know who I am   And I know that you just don't care"      "Now I'ma say these words   ''cause these words are true   And when I'm done here I'll be gone   But one of you boys is a shiesty dog   And his name is Solomon Jones"      Then I ducked my head   And the lights went out   And two guns blazed in the dark   Then I women swooned    And the lights came on   And the two men laced with the starch.      With a bullet in his head   And pumped full of lead   Was big bad Solomon Jones      What a thug from the street   Who was hoeing his heat   And who knows to that lady named Simone