You Don't Mess Around With Jim Lyrics by Donna Fargo
Album : My Second Album , Superman [Hilltop]
Clean Lyric
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(Jim Croce)

(One two one two three four.)

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, uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
And forty second street got big Jim 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 the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim.

Well, outta south Alabama come a country boy
He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
Well, I'm 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 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 the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim.

Well, a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off of 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 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 Slim.

No, no, no, 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 Slim.

No, no, no, 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 Slim...
(Jim Croce)      (One two one two three four.)      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, uptown got its hustlers   The Bowery got its bums   And forty second street got big Jim 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 the old Lone Ranger   And you don't mess around with Jim.      Well, outta south Alabama come a country boy   He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim   Well, I'm 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 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 the old Lone Ranger   And you don't mess around with Jim.      Well, a hush fell over the pool room   Jimmy come boppin' in off of 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 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 Slim.      No, no, no, 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 Slim.      No, no, no, 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 Slim...