Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Mess Around with Jim, artist - Jerry Reed. Date of issue: 31.03.1980
Song language: English
You Don't Mess Around with Jim |
| Well now uptown got its hustlers the bowery’s done got its bums |
| 42nd Street got big Jim Walker he’s a pool shootin' son of a gun |
| Yeah he’s big and he’s dumb as any man can come but he’s stronger than a |
| country horse |
| 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 ol' Lone Ranger |
| And you don’t mess around with Jim |
| Well outta south Alabama come a country boy he said I’m lookin' for a man named |
| Jim |
| I’m a pool shootin' boy my name is Willy McCoy but down home they call me Slim |
| Yeah I’m lookin' for the King of 42nd Street he drive a drop top Cadillac |
| Last week he took my money and it may sound funny but I come to get my money |
| back |
| And everybody said hey Jack don’t you know that |
| You don’t tug on Superman’s cape |
| You don’t spit into the wind |
| You don’t pull that mask off the ol' Lone Ranger |
| And you don’t mess around with Jim |
| Well a hush fell over that pool room Jimmy come boppin' in off the street |
| And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn’t bloody was the soles on |
| the big man’s feet |
| He was cut in about 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 |
| And now they say |
| You don’t tug on Superman’s cape |
| And you don’t spit into the wind |
| You don’t pull the mask off that ol' Lone Ranger |
| And you don’t mess around with Slim |
| Yeah you got it brother that big Jim he done got what left of his hat |
| And put it on what’s left of his head and he hit the street |
| You don’t tug on Superman’s cape |
| You don’t spit into the wind |
| You don’t pull the mask off the ol' Lone Ranger |
| And you don’t mess around with Slim |
| Not if you got a lick of sense you don’t |
| You see what that little skinny fellow did to Jim |
| He beat his brains out I mean mostly outta his head |
| Say where’d Jim go anyway |
| Ah Jim left and went and got in his drop top Cadillac |
| Shoot Skinny done dunked his mop |