You Don't Mess Around With Jim(Chords)

	        (Croce) 
1995, EPIC Records 
Submitted by: Christopher R. 
 
Intro 
 
(F) 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 (Bb) big and dumb as a man can come 
But he's stronger than a country hoss, 
And when the (C) bad folks all get to(Bb)gether at night 
You know they (C) all call big Jim (Bb) 'Boss,'  
Just be(F)cause 
 
And they say, 'You don't (Bb) tug on Superman's (F) cape, 
You don't (Bb) spit into the (F) wind 
You don't (Bb) pull the mask off that (C) ol' Lone (Bb) Ranger 
And you don't mess a(C)round with (F) Jim.' 
 
Well outta (F) 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 (Bb) lookin' for the King of 42nd Street 
Driving a drop-top Cadillac 
Last week he (C) took all my money and it (Bb) may sound funny 
But I (C) come to get my money (Bb)back.' 
And everybody (F) say, 'Jack, don't you know, 
 
You don't (Bb) tug on Superman's (F) cape, 
You don't (Bb) spit into the (F) wind 
You don't (Bb) pull the mask off that (C) ol' Lone (Bb) Ranger 
And you (C) don't mess around with (F) Jim.' 
 
Solo 
 
Well a (F) 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 (Bb) cut in 'bout a hundred places, 
And he was shot in a couple more 
And you (C) better believe they sung a (Bb) different kind of story 
When (C) big Jim hit the (Bb) floor. 
Oh oh (F) oh 
 
You don't (Bb) tug on Superman's (F) cape, 
You don't (Bb) spit into the (F) wind 
You don't (Bb) pull the mask off that (C) ol' Lone (Bb) Ranger 
And you (C) don't mess around with (F) 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
	        

Written by Jim Croce