You Don't Mess Around With Jim
Uptown got its hustlers. The bowery got it's bums.
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
I am a pool-shootin' boy. My name willie mccoy, but down home they call me slim.
i'm lookin' for the king of
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
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 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
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