You Dont Mess Around With Jim Uptown got its hustlers The bowery got its bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker Hes 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 dont tug on Supermans cape You dont spit into the wind You dont pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you dont mess around with Jim Well outta south Alabama come a country boy He say Im lookin for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin boy By name a Willie McCoy But down home they call me Slim Yeah Im lookin 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 everybody say Jack dont you know You dont tug on Supermans cape You dont spit into the wind You dont pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you dont mess around with Jim Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin in off the street And when the cuttin was done The only part that wasnt bloody Was the soles of the big mans feet, ooh And he was cut in about a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe There come another kind of story When big Jim hit the floor now they say You dont tug on Supermans cape You dont spit into the wind You dont pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you dont mess around with Slim Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where its at And its not hustlin people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue Yeah you dont tug on Supermans cape You dont spit into the wind You dont pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger And you dont mess around with Slim azlyrics/lyrics/jimcroce/youdontmessaroundwithjim.html
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 17:26:41 +0000
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