You Don't Mess Around With Jim chords

Jim Croce

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Uptown got it's hustlers   
   
The bowery got it's bums   
   
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker   
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He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun   
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Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come   
   
But he stronger than a country hoss   
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And when the bad folks all get together at night   
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You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because    
   
And they say   
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You don't tug on Superman's cape   
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You don't spit into the wind   
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger   
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And you don't mess around with Jim   
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Do da do da da di di de de de di   
   
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Well outta south Alabama came a country boy   
   
He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim   
   
I am a pool-shootin' boy   
   
My name Willie McCoy   
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But down home they call me Slim   
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Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street   
   
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac   
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Last week he took all my money   
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And it may sound funny   
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But I come to get my money back   
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And everybody say Jack don't you know   
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And you don't tug on Superman's cape   
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You don't spit into the wind   
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger   
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And you don't mess around with Jim   
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Do da do da da di di de de de di   
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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   
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Was the soles of the big man's feet   
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Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places   
   
And he were shot in a couple more   
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And you better believe   
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They sung a different kind of story   
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When big Jim hit the floor now they say   
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You don't tug on Superman's cape   
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You don't spit into the wind   
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger   
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And you don't mess around with Slim   
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mm mn mn mn mn mn mn mn    
   
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   
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Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape   
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You don't spit into the wind   
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You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger   
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And you don't mess around with Slim