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

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