Jim Croce, You Don't Mess Around With Jim (1972)
Key: :[D#] (w: Jim Croce)
VERSE 1:
[D#7] Uptown got it's hustlers, the bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker, he a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he
[G#7] big and dumb as a man can come, but he stronger than a country hoss
And when the
[A#7] bad folks all get to-
[G#7]-gether at night
You know they
[A#7] all call big Jim
[G#7] "Boss", just be-
[D#7]-cause; and they say
CHORUS:
You don't
[G#7] tug on Superman's
[D#7] cape
You don't
[G#7] spit into the
[D#7] wind
You don't
[G#7] pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
And you
[A#7] don't mess a-
[G#7]-round with
[D#7] Jim
BREAK:
A doo, doo, da, da, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee,
[A#7] dee
VERSE 2:
Well outta
[D#7] 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
[G#7] lookin' for the king of 42nd Street, he drivin' a drop top cadillac
After he
[A#7] took all my money, and it
[G#7] may sound funny
But I
[A#7] came to get my money
[G#7] back, and everybody say Jack; don't you know
REPEAT CHORUS:
BREAK:
A doo, doo, da, da, dee, dee, dee, dee, dee,
[A#7] dee
VERSE 3:
Well a
[D#7] 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
[G#7] cut in in bout a hundred places, And he were shot in a couple more
And you
[A#7] better believe, They sung a
[G#7] different kind of story
When
[A#7] big Jim hit the
[G#7] floor; now they say
REPEAT CHORUS:
BRIDGE:
[D#7] 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
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