Interpret:

Jim Croce

Album:

You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Uptown got its' hustlers

The bowry got its' bums

And 42nd street got a big Jim Walker

He a pool-shootin' son of gun



Yeah he 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



(chorus 1)

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 ol' Lone Ranger

and you don't mess around with Jim



Well, out o' south Alabama

come a country boy

He 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 42nd Street

He drivin' a drop-top Cadillac

And last week he took all my money                  and it may sound funny

but I come to get my money back"



And everybody say "Jack"



(Chorus 1)



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 better believe

they sung a different kind of story

when Big Jim hit the floor



(chorus 2)

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 ol' Lone Ranger

and you don't mess around with Slim



(Repeat Chorus 2)