Ty Herndon - You Don't Mess Around With Jim lyrics

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Uptown got its hustlers

The Bow'ry got its bums

The 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker

He's a pool shootin' son of a gun

Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come

But he's stronger than a country hoss

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 the old lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim

Well, out of South Alabama came a country boy

Said he was looking for a man named Jim

"Hey, I'm a pool shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy

At home they just call me Slim"

"Hey, I'm lookin' for the king of Forty Second Street

Drivin' a drop top Cadillac

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

But I've come to get my money back"

And everybody say "Jack don't you know

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"

Well, a hush fell over the room

Jimmy came boppin' in off the street

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

Was the soles of the big man's feet

Well, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places

And he was shot in a couple more

And you better believe they sang a diff'rent kind of story

When Big Jim hit the floor

Oh oh, yeah, don't you know

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

Don't you know, 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

Yeah, Big Jim found out where it's at

Yeah, he's hustling people, strange to you

Even if you do got a two-piece custom made pool cue