Jim Croce "Don't Mess Around With Jim" |
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 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |