You Don't Mess Around With Jim

(Croce) 1995, EPIC Records Submitted by: Christopher R. Intro (F) 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 (Bb) big and dumb as a man can come But he's stronger than a country hoss, And when the (C) bad folks all get to(Bb)gether at night You know they (C) all call big Jim (Bb) "Boss," Just be(F)cause And they say, "You don't (Bb) tug on Superman's (F) cape, You don't (Bb) spit into the (F) wind You don't (Bb) pull the mask off that (C) ol' Lone (Bb) Ranger And you don't mess a(C)round with (F) Jim." Well outta (F) 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 (Bb) lookin' for the King of 42nd Street Driving a drop-top Cadillac Last week he (C) took all my money and it (Bb) may sound funny But I (C) come to get my money (Bb)back." And everybody (F) say, "Jack, don't you know, You don't (Bb) tug on Superman's (F) cape, You don't (Bb) spit into the (F) wind You don't (Bb) pull the mask off that (C) ol' Lone (Bb) Ranger And you (C) don't mess around with (F) Jim." Solo Well a (F) 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 (Bb) cut in 'bout a hundred places, And he was shot in a couple more And you (C) better believe they sung a (Bb) different kind of story When (C) big Jim hit the (Bb) floor. Oh oh (F) oh You don't (Bb) tug on Superman's (F) cape, You don't (Bb) spit into the (F) wind You don't (Bb) pull the mask off that (C) ol' Lone (Bb) Ranger And you (C) don't mess around with (F) Jim." SPOKEN: 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