uptown got its hustlers
the bowery got its bums
4nd street got big jim walker
he’s a poolshootin’ son of a gun
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
well outta south alabama come a country boy
he said i’m lookin’ for a man named jim
i am a poolshootin’ boy my name’s willie mccoy
but down at home they call me slim
yeah i’m lookin’ for the king of 4nd 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
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
well a hush fell over the 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 of the big man’s feet ooh
and 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 now 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 slim
yeah big jim got his hat
find out where it’s at
and it’s not hustlin’ people strange to you
even if you do got a twopiece custommade pool cue
yeah 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 slim
Artist: Jim Croce
Year: 1972
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 183