You Don't Mess Around With Jim

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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 
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together at night
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You know they all call big Jim 
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"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

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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

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 
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cape
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You don't spit into the wind
          A7
You don't pull the mask off the old 
Lone Ranger
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And you don't mess around with Slim