Jim Croce Don`t Mess Around With Jim Lyrics

Don`t Mess Around With Jim Lyrics

Uptown got its hustler,
The bowery got its bums,
Forty-second street got
big Jimmy Walker,
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah. he's 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

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
Say he's lookin' for a man named
Jim
"I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willy McCoy
But down home
they call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin' for the King of 42nd Street
Driving 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, don't you 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 
as Jimmy 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 man's
feet
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 big Jim hit the floor.

"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."

Yeah, big Jim
got his hat
Find out where it's at
And it's not hustlin' 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 the ol' Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim