You Dont Mess Around With Jim
by Jim CroceTranspose
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Verse
Uptown got its hustlers
The bowery got its bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he
big and dumb as a man can come
But he
stronger than a country hoss
And when the
bad folks all get together at night
You know they
all call big Jim
"Boss", just because
And they say
Chorus
You don't
tug on Superman's
cape
You don't
spit into the
wind
You don't
pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you
don't mess around with
Jim
Verse
Well outta
south Alabama came a country boy
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
Yeah I'm
lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a
drop top Cadillac
After he
took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I
came to get my money
back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
Chorus
And you don't
tug on Superman's
cape
You don't
spit into the
wind
You don't
pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you
don't mess around with
Jim
Verse
Well a
hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the
soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were
cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were
shot in a couple more
And you
better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When
big Jim hit the
floor now they say
Chorus
You don't
tug on Superman's
cape
You don't
spit into the
wind
You don't
pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you
don't mess around with
Slim
Interlude
(Spoken)
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue
Chorus
Yeah you don't
tug on Superman's
cape
You don't
spit into the
wind
You don't
pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you
don't mess around with
Slim
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