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Uptown got its hustlers.
The Bowery got its bums.
Forty-second street got big Jim Walker,
He' 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,
"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."
A-dooten-doo-da-da, dee-dee-endee-dee-dee.
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 i', Willie McCoy,
But down home they call me, Slim.
Yeah, I'm looking for the king of 42nd Street,
He' 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 ev'rybody say, "Jack, (wooh) don't you know that,
You don't on Superman's cape,
You don't spit into the wind,
You don't pull the mask off tha ol' Lone Ranger,
And you don't mess around with Jim."
A-dooten-doo-da-da, dee-dee-endee-dee-dee.
Well, a hush fell over the pool room,
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Jimmy come boppin' in off a' street.
And when the cuttin' wa' done the only part that wasn't bloody,
Was the soles of the big man's feet (whoo).
Yeah, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places,
And he was shot in a couple more.
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story,
When a-big Jim hit the floor. Ohn-oh-oh-ohn.
Now 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 Slim."
Hmmm-mmm-mmm, hmmm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
Yeah, big Jim got his hat.
Find out where it's at
And not hustling people strange to you,
Even if you do got a two-piece, custom-made, pool cue, yeah.
"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."
Hmmm-mmm-mmm, hmmm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
Hmmm-mmm-mmm, hmmm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
[Fade.]
Hmmm-mmm-mmm, hmmm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
Hmmm-mmm-mmm, hmmm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
[YOU DON'T MESS AROUND WITH JIM]
[Written by: Jim Croce-1972
Performed by: Jim Croce [1] -1972
Appears on: You Don't Mess around with Jim-1972, Down the Highway-1975,
The Legend of Jim Croce-1988, I Got a Name-1994, AM Gold: Top 40
Treasures-1998 [2] , Original Gold-2003, The Essential Collection-2005,
The Very Best of Jim Croce-2007, et al.]
[1] Covered by: Jerry Reed-1980, Kenny Rogers-1996, Poison-2007, et al.]
[2] Transcribed from the track on this album.] |
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