Jim Croce
Jim Croce - Don't Mess Around With Jim lyrics
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Uptown got its' hustlers, the bowry got its' bums And 42nd street got a big Jim Walker He a pool-shootin son of gun Yeah he big and dumb as a man can come But he's 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 Chorus: And they say You don't tug on superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off an ole lone ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well, out o' south Alabama come a country boy He said "I'm lookin for a man named Jim" I am a pool shootin boy My name is Will McCoy but down home they call me Slim Well, I'm lookin for the gang of 42nd I hear he drive a drop-top Cadillac And last week he took all my money and it may sound funny but I come to get my money And everybody say jack! (Chorus) Well, a hush fell over the pool room as Jimmy come boppin in off the street And when the cuttin was done they only thought it wasn't blood, it was the soles of the big man's feet Yeah he was cut in 'bout a hundred places and he was shot in couple more And you better believe they sung a different kind o' story when Big Jim hit the floor Chorus # 2 And they say you don't tug on superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off an ole lone ranger And you don't mess around with Slim (Repeat Chorus # 2)