You Don't Mess Around with Jim

(E)Uptown got its hustlers,

the Bow'ry got its bums.

Fortysecond Street got big Jim

Walker; he a poolshootin' sonofagun

Yeah, (E7)he big and dumb as a man can come (D)but he (A)stronger than a (D)country hoss.

And when the (B7)bad folks all get (A7)together at night,

you know they (B7)all call big Jim "Boss"

just because.

(E7)And they say, "You don't (A7)tug on Superman's (E)cape,

you don't (A7)spit into the (E7)wind,

you don't (A7)pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger,

and you (B7)don't mess around with Jim."

(B7)Well, outa (E)south Alabama come a country boy.

He said, "I'm lookin' for a man named Jim.

I am a poolshootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy,

but down home they call me "Slim."

Yeah, (E7)I'm lookin' for the (D)king of (A7)Fortysecond Street,

he (D)drivin' a droptop Cadillac.

Last week he took all my money and it (A7)may sound funny but I (B7)come to get my money back."

And ev'rybody (E)say, "Jack,

(A)don't you (E7)know that you don't

Well, a hush fell over the poolroom,

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 (A)cut in 'bout a (D)hundred places,

and he were (A7)shot in a (D)couple more.

And you (B7)better believe they sung a (A7)diff'rent kind of story whena (B7)big Jim hit the floor,

oh.

(E7)Now they say you don't (A7)tug on Superman's (E)cape,

you don't (A7)spit into the (E7)wind,

you don't (A7)pull the mask off the old Lone Rangger and you (B7)don't mess around with "Slim."