You Don't Mess Around With Jim

(Croce) 1995, EPIC Records Submitted by: Christopher R. Intro () Uptown got its hustler, The bowery got its bums, Forty-second street got big Jimmy 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 ()gether at night You know they () "Boss," Just be()cause And they say, "You don't () cape, You don't () wind You don't () Ranger And you don't mess a() Jim." Well outta () south Alabama come a country boy Say he's lookin' for a man named Jim "I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willy McCoy But down home they call me Slim Yeah I'm () lookin' for the King of 42nd Street Driving a drop-top Cadillac Last week he () may sound funny But I ()back." And everybody () say, "Jack, don't you know, You don't () cape, You don't () wind You don't () Ranger And you () Jim." Solo Well a () hush fell over the pool room as 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 Yeah he was () cut in 'bout a hundred places, And he was shot in a couple more And you () different kind of story When () floor. Oh oh () oh You don't () cape, You don't () wind You don't () Ranger And you () Jim." SPOKEN: 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