Jim Croce Big Jim Walker Lyrics

Big Jim Walker Lyrics

Uptown's got it's hustlers. The bowry's got it's bums. 

42nd street got
Big Jim Walker. He's a pool shootin son of a gun. 

He 'bout as big and
dumb as a man can come 

But he's stronger than a country horse. 

And when all the bad folks get together at night 

You know they all
call Big Jim boss. Just because. 



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 ol' Lone Ranger 

and you don't mess around with Jim. 



Now outta south Alabama came a country boy 

He said I'm lookin'
for a man named Jim. 

I'm a pool shootin' boy. My name is Willie McCoy 

But back home they call me Slim. 

Now I'm a 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 said, "hey Jack" don't ya know. 





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 ol' Lone Ranger 

and you don't mess
around with Jim. 



Now a hush fell over the pool room 

When
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street. 

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

Was the bopttoms of the big man's feet. 

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

And
you better believe it was a different kinda story 

When Big Jim hit the
floor. awwww huh. 





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 ol' Lone Ranger 

and you don't mess around with SLIM. 



(spoken) 

Yeah Big Jim got his hat. -a