JIM CROCE - Don't Mess Around With Jim lyrics

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Uptown got it's hustlers

The Bowery got it's bums

Forty-second street got big Jim Walker he's a pool shootin’ son of a gun

Yea he big and dumb as a man can come but he's stronger than a country hoss (horse)

And when the bad folks all get together at night you know they all call big Jim boss

Just because

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 that ol lone ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim

Well outta 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 Willy McCoy but down home they call me Slim

Yea I’m lookin’ for the king of forty-second street

He's drivin a drop-top Cadillac

Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny

But I come to get my money back

And everybody said jack don’t ya know

You don’t tug on superman's cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that ol’ Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Jim

Well a hush fell over the pool room

When Jim he come boppin’ in off the street

And when the cuttin’ was done the only part that wasn’t bloody

Was the soles of the big mans feet

Yea he was cut about a hundred places and he was shot in a couple more

And you better believe they sung another kinda story when big Jim hit the floor

And they sang

You don’t tug on superman's cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that ol lone ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim

Yea big Jim got his hat

Found out where its at not hustlin’ people strange to you

Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool que

You don’t tug on superman's cape

You don’t spit into the wind

You don’t pull the mask off that ol’ Lone Ranger

And you don’t mess around with Slim