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Jim Croce - You Don't Mess Araound With Jim
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Uptown got it's hustlers
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Bowery got it's bums
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And 42nd street got big Jim Walker
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He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
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F
Ya, he's big and dumb as a man can come
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F C
But stronger than a country hoss
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And when the bad folks all get together at night
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C G
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You know they all call big Jim boss, just because
And they say
CHORUS:
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You don't tug on Superman's cape
C7
G
You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
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And you don't mess around with Jim, da, do, da, do
Repeat chords for remaining verses
Well out of south Alabama come a country boy
He said, "I'm looking for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy
But down home they call me Slim
And I'm looking for the king of 42nd street
He's driving a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money, and it may sound funny
But I've come to get my money back," and everybody said,
Jack, don't you know
CHORUS
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G C
G7 C
D7
And you don't mess around with Jim, da, do, da, do
Well a hush fell over the pool room
When Jim he come boppin' 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
And 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
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G C
G7 C
D7
And you don't mess around with Slim, da, do, da, do...
CHORUS
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G C
G7 C
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And you don't mess around with Slim, da, do, da, do...
Spoken
Yeah, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And not hustling people strange to you
Even if you do got a two piece custom made pool cue