You Don't Mess Around with Jim Lyrics

Song	You Don't Mess Around with Jim
Artist	Jim Croce
Album	Photographs & Memories: His Greatest Hits
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	作词 : Croce
	Lyrics：Jim Croce Music：Jim Croce
	Uptown got it's hustlers
	The bowery got it's bums
	42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
	He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
	Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
	But he 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 that old Lone Ranger
	And you don't mess around with Jim
	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
	But down home they call me Slim
	Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
	He drivin' 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 say Jack don't you know
	And you don't tug on Superman's cape
	You don't spit into the wind
	You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
	And you don't mess around with Jim
	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
	Was the soles of the big man's feet
	Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
	And he were shot in a couple more
	And you better believe
	They sung a different kind of story
	When big Jim hit the floor 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 that old Lone Ranger
	And you don't mess around with Slim
	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
	Yeah 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

	zuo ci : Croce
	Lyrics: Jim Croce Music: Jim Croce
	Uptown got it' s hustlers
	The bowery got it' s bums
	42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
	He' s a poolshootin' son of a gun
	Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
	But he 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 that old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Jim
	Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
	He say I' m lookin' for a man named Jim
	I am a poolshootin' boy
	My name Willie McCoy
	But down home they call me Slim
	Yeah I' m lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
	He drivin' 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 say Jack don' t you know
	And you don' t tug on Superman' s cape
	You don' t spit into the wind
	You don' t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Jim
	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
	Was the soles of the big man' s feet
	Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
	And he were shot in a couple more
	And you better believe
	They sung a different kind of story
	When big Jim hit the floor 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 that old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Slim
	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 twopiece custommade pool cue
	Yeah 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

	zuò cí : Croce
	Lyrics: Jim Croce Music: Jim Croce
	Uptown got it' s hustlers
	The bowery got it' s bums
	42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
	He' s a poolshootin' son of a gun
	Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
	But he 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 that old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Jim
	Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
	He say I' m lookin' for a man named Jim
	I am a poolshootin' boy
	My name Willie McCoy
	But down home they call me Slim
	Yeah I' m lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
	He drivin' 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 say Jack don' t you know
	And you don' t tug on Superman' s cape
	You don' t spit into the wind
	You don' t pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Jim
	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
	Was the soles of the big man' s feet
	Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
	And he were shot in a couple more
	And you better believe
	They sung a different kind of story
	When big Jim hit the floor 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 that old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Slim
	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 twopiece custommade pool cue
	Yeah 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

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