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YOU DON'T MESS AROUND WITH JIM (Jim Croce) Jim Croce - 1972 Donna Fargo - 1972 The Ventures - 1974 Lena Andersson (Titled "När Karl Jonas Är I Stan) - 1977 Jerry Reed - 1979 Joe Dassin (Titled "Faut Pas Faire De La Peine Ā John") - 1979 Ty Herndon - 1995 Josh Turner - 2003 Also recorded by: Poison; Me And Cassity; As recorded by JIM CROCE: Uptown got its hustlers The Bowry's got its bums 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 of that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim (Ah-doot-an-doot-an-da-dee-deet-an-dee-dee) Well, outta South Alabama come a country boy 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" "Yeah, I'm lookin' for the king of Forty-Second Street He drive an old drop-top Cadillac Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny But I come to get my money back Everybody say, "Jack, don't'cha know that You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask of that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim (Ah-doot-an-doot-an-da-dee-deet-an-dee-dee) Well a hush fell over the pool room When Jimmy come boppin' in off o' the street And when the cuttin' were done, the only part that wasn't bloody Was the soles of the big man's feet Woa! Yeah, 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, oh-oh-oh Well, they say you don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask of that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Um-um-um-um-umm-umm-umm-umm Yeah, Big Jim got his hat Find out where it's at and not hustlin' people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom made pool cue Yeah, you don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask of that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Um-um-um-um-umm-umm-umm-umm.........FADE ******************** As recorded by JERRY REED: Well now, Uptown's got its hustlers The Bowery's done got its bums Forty-Second Street's 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 (Uh-hah-huh-huh-huh-hah-huh-huh-huh-huh) Well, out of South Alabama come a country boy He said, "I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I'm a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy But down home they call me Slim" "And I'm lookin' for the king o' Forty-Second Street He drive 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 said, "Hey Jack, don't you know that....." 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 (Uh-hah-huh-huh-huh-hah-huh-huh-huh-huh) Well a hush fell over that 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 or 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 off the old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Yeah, you got it, brother That Big Jim, he done got what left o' his hat And put it on what left o' his head And he hit the street 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 Not if you got a lick o' sense you don't You see what that little skinny fellah do to Jim He beat his brains out I mean mostly out o' his head Say, where'd Jim go anyway Aw, Jim left and went and got in his drop-top Cadillac Shoo, Skinny done dunked his top (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - March 2013)

    


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