Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Mess Around With Jim, artist - Josh Turner.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
You Don't Mess Around With Jim |
Uptown got its hustlers |
Bowery got its bums |
42nd Street got big Jim Walker |
He’s a pool-shootin' son of a gun |
Yea 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… |
(CHORUS) |
You don’t tug on Superman’s cape |
You don’t spit into the wind |
You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger |
And you don’t mess around with Jim |
Well outa south Alabama come a country boy |
He say I’m lookin' for a man named Jim |
I am a pool shootin' boy |
My name Willie McCoy |
But down home they call me Slim |
Yea I’m lookin for the king of 42nd Street |
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac |
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 that |
(REPEAT CHORUS) |
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 |
Yea he were cut in 'bout a hundred places |
And he were shot in a couple more |
And you better believe |
They sung a diffrent kind of story |
When big Jim hit the floor… now they say |
(REPEAT CHORUS And you don’t mess |
around with Slim) |
Yea, big Jim got his hat |
Find out where it’s at And it’s not hustling people strange to you |
Even if you do got a two piece custom made |
pool cue… yea |
(REPEAT CHORUS) |