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Donna Fargo - You Don't Mess Around With Jim Lyrics

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TitleYou Don't Mess Around With Jim
ArtistDonna Fargo
AlbumSuperman [Hilltop] [1977], Track 7
My Second Album [1973], Track 2
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(Jim Croce)

(One two one two three four.)

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.

Well, uptown got its hustlers
The Bowery got its bums
And 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 off the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim.

Well, outta south Alabama come a country boy
He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
Well, I'm a pool shootin' boy my name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim.

Yeah, I'm looking for the king of Forty Second 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 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.

Well, a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off of 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 '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 the old Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim.

No, no, no, 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.

No, no, no, 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...
submitted by GeeWhiz on 11-01-2007
corrected on 11-01-2007


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