Lirik Lagu You Don't Mess Around With Jim - Jim Croce
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Uptown's got its hustlersThe Bowry's got its bumsForty-second street's got Big Jim WalkerHe's a pool-shootin' son of a gunWell he's big and dumb as a man can comeBut he's stronger than a country hossAnd when the bad folks all get together at nightYou know they all call Big Jim "boss"(Just because ...)(They say ...)CHORUS:You don't tug on Superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask of the old Lone RangerAnd you don't mess around with Jim(Ba-doo-da-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo doot)Well out of South Alabama come a country boyHe said I'm lookin' for a man named JimI am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoyBut back home they call me SlimHe said I'm lookin' for the king of forty-second streetHe's drivin' a drop-top CadillacAnd last week he took all my money, and it may sound funnyBut I come to get my money back(And everybody say, Jack -- don't you know that...)(CHORUS)Well a hush fell over the pool roomWhen Jimmy come boppin' in off the streetAnd when the cuttin' was done, the only part that wasn't bloodyWas the soles of the big man's feetHe was cut in 'bout a hundred placesAnd he was shot in a couple moreAnd you better believe they sung a different kind of storyWhen Big Jim hit the floor(And now they say)You don't tug on Superman's capeYou don't spit into the windYou don't pull the mask of the old Lone RangerAnd you don't mess around with Slim
