You Don't Mess Around With Jim - Jim Croce

    Uptown got it's hustlers
    The Bowery got it's bums
    And forty-second street got big Jim Walker
    He a pool shootin' son of a 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 ...

    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 the old Lone Ranger
    And you don't mess around with Jim"

    Well outa 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 Willie McCoy
    But down home they call me Slim
    Yeah I'm looking for the king of forty-second 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 ev'rybody say "Jack, don't you know that


    Well a hush fell over the pool room
    Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
    And when the cuttin' were done
    The only part that wasn't bloody
    Was the soles of the big man's feet
    Yeah he were cut in 'bout a hundred places
    And he were shot in a couple more
    And you better believe
    They sung a different kind of story
    When big Jim hit the floor ...

    Now they say ... (Chorus)
    And you don't mess around with Slim"

    Yeah, big Jim got his hat
    Find out where it's at
    And not hustling people strange to you
    Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue, yea

    And you don't mess around with Slim"

    Marco Giunco
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