You Dont Mess Around Chords & Lyrics - Jim Croce
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[E]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 [A]big and dumb as a man can come
But he [E]stronger than a country hoss
And when the [B]bad folks all get together at night
You know they [A]all call big Jim [E]"Boss", just because
And they say
You don't [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Jim
Well outta [E]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 [A]lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a [E]drop top Cadillac
After he [B]took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I [A]came to get my money [E]back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
And you don't [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Jim
Well a [E]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 [E]soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were [A]cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were [E]shot in a couple more
And you [B]better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When [A]big Jim hit the [E]floor now they say
You don't [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Slim
(Spoken) [E]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 [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Slim
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he [A]big and dumb as a man can come
But he [E]stronger than a country hoss
And when the [B]bad folks all get together at night
You know they [A]all call big Jim [E]"Boss", just because
And they say
You don't [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Jim
Well outta [E]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 [A]lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' a [E]drop top Cadillac
After he [B]took all my money
And it may sound funny
But I [A]came to get my money [E]back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
And you don't [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Jim
Well a [E]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 [E]soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he were [A]cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were [E]shot in a couple more
And you [B]better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When [A]big Jim hit the [E]floor now they say
You don't [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Slim
(Spoken) [E]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 [A]tug on Superman's [E]cape
You don't [A]spit into the [E]wind
You don't [A]pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you [B]don't mess around with [E]Slim
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