Jim Croce - Don't Mess Around With Jim Lyrics

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Uptown got its' hustlers the bowry got its' bums

And 42nd street got a big jim walker

He a pool-shootin son of gun

Yeah he big and dumb as a man can come

But he's 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

Chorus:

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 an ole lone ranger

And you don't mess around with jim

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Well out o' 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 will mccoy but down home they call me slim

Well i'm lookin for the gang of 42nd

I hear he drive a drop-top cadillac

And last week he took all my money and it may sound funny but i come to get my money

And everybody say jack!

(chorus)

Well a hush fell over the pool room as jimmy come boppin in off the street

And when the cuttin was done they only thought it wasn't blood it was the soles of the big man's feet

Yeah he was cut in 'bout a hundred places and he was shot in couple more

And you better believe they sung a different kind o' story when big jim hit the floor

Chorus # 2

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 an ole lone ranger

And you don't mess around with slim

(repeat chorus # 2)

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