Karaoke Track: You Don't Mess Around With Jim by Jim Croce (Monster Hits)

Uptown got its hustlers,
The bowery got its bums

Forly-second Street got
Big Jimmy Walker,

He 0 pooI-shoofin&#39;
Son of a gun

Yeah, he big and dumb

As a man can come,

Buf he&#39;s stronger than
A country hoss

And when he bod folks
All get together at night,

You know they all call
Big Jim Boss,
Just because

And they say,

You don&#39;t tug on

Superman&#39;s cope,
You don&#39;t spit
Into the wind

Well, 00110

South Ala b0 mo

Come 0 country boy

I am a pooI-shootin&#39; boy,
My name is

Willie McCoy,
But down home
They call me Slim

Yeah, I&#39;m lookin&#39; for

The King of

Forfy-second Street,
He drivin&#39; o drop-fop
Cadillac

Last week
He took all my money,

And it may sound funny,
But I come to get
My money back

You don&#39;t tug on
Superman&#39;s cope,

You don&#39;t spit
Into the wind

You don&#39;t pull
The mask OH

The old Lone Ranger,
And you don&#39;t

Mess around with Jim

Well, 0 hush fell over

The poolroom,

Jimmy came boppin&#39; in
Off the street

And when he cuHin&#39;
Was done, the only part

That wasn&#39;t bloody was
The soles of
The big man&#39;s feet

And you beHer believe,
I sung a

Different kinda story
When-o Big Jim
Hit the floor

And they say,

You don&#39;t tug on

Superman&#39;s cope,
You don&#39;t spit
Into the wind

You don&#39;t pull
The mask OH

The old Lone Ranger,
And you don&#39;t

Mess around with Slim

Find out where it&#39;s of,

NS not hustlin&#39; people
Strange to you

Even if you do got
A fwo-piece, custom- made

Pool cue,
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Yeah, you don&#39;t tug on
Superman&#39;s cope,

You don&#39;t spit
Into the wind

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Written By Jim Croce.

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8 MCA Music.