From: MarkHenjum@aol.com
Date: Wed, 16 Aug 1995 18:04:04 -0400
Subject: You Don`t Mess Around With Jim, by Jim Croce
YOU DON`T MESS AROUND WITH JIM
Words and music by Jim Croce
Uptown`s got its hustlers
The Bowry`s got its bums
Forty-second street`s got Big Jim Walker
He`s a pool-shootin` son of a gun
Well 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 ...)
(They say ...)
CHORUS:
You don`t tug on Superman`s cape
You don`t spit into the wind
You don`t pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger
And 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 boy
He said I`m lookin` for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin` boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But back home they call me Slim
He said I`m lookin` for the king of forty-second street
He`s drivin` a drop-top Cadillac
And 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 that...)
(CHORUS)
Well a hush fell over the pool room
When 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
He was cut in `bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story
When Big Jim hit the floor
(And now they say)
You don`t tug on Superman`s cape
You don`t spit into the wind
You don`t pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger
And you don`t mess around with Slim
From: steve.johnson@his.com
You Don`t Mess Around With Jim
(Jim Croce) c 1971
Uptown got its hustlers, [G]
Bowery got its bums [G]
42nd street got Big Jim Walker; [G]
he a pool-shootin` son-of-a-gun [G7]
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come [C F C F]
and meaner than a country hoss [C F C]
And when the bad folks all get together at night [D C]
You know they all call Big Jim "Boss" [D C]
just because-- and they say... [G C G]
[Chorus]
You don`t tug on Superman`s cape [C7 G]
You don`t spit into the wind [C7 G]
You don`t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger [C7]
and you don`t mess around with Jim [D7 G C7 G C7]
Well outa South Alabama come a country [G]
He said I`m lookin` for a man named Jim
I am a pool-shootin` boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me "Slim" [G7]
Yeah, I`m lookin` for the king of 42nd street [C F C F]
He drivin` a drop-top Cadillac [C F C]
Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny [D C]
but I come to get my money back [D C]
and everybody say, "Hey Jack... don`t you know..." [G C G]
[repeat Chorus]
Well a hush feel over the pool room [G]
Jimmy come a-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 [G7]
Yeah, he were cut in `bout a hundred places [C F C F]
and he were shot in a couple more [C F C]
And you better believe they sung a different kind of story [D C]
when Big Jim hit the floor [D C]
Whoa... now they say... [G C G]
You don`t tug on Superman`s cape [C7 G]
You don`t spit into the wind [C7 G]
You don`t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger [C7]
and you don`t mess around with "Slim" [D7 G C7 G C7]
[Spoken, use G-C progression]
"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."
[repeat "Slim" Chorus]
Enjoy, STEVE
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