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 You Dont Mess Around de Jim Croce

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YOU DON'T MESS AROUND WITH JIM Words and music by Jim Croce E>Uptown's got its hustlers The Bowry's got its bums Forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker He's a E7>pool-shootin' son of a gun Well he's A7>big and dumb as a man can come But he's stronger than a country hoss And when the B7>bad folks all get A7>together at night You know they B7>all call Big Jim A7>"boss" (Just be E>cause ...) (They say ...) CHORUS: You don't A7>tug on Superman's E7>cape You don't A7>spit into the E7>wind You don't A7>pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger And you B7>don't mess around with E7>Jim (Ba-doo-da-doo-doo A7>doo-doo-doo-doo B7>doot) Well out of South Alabama come a country boy He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy But back home they call me Slim He said I'm lookin' for the king of forty-second street He's drivin' a drop-top Cadillac And 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...) (CHORUS) Well a hush fell over the pool room When 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 He was cut in 'bout 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 You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim You Don't Mess Around With Jim (Jim Croce) c 1971 Uptown got its hustlers, [G] Bowery got its bums [G] 42nd street got Big Jim Walker; [G] he a pool-shootin' son-of-a-gun [G7] Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come [C F C F] and meaner than a country hoss [C F C] And when the bad folks all get together at night [D C] You know they all call Big Jim "Boss" [D C] just because-- and they say... [G C G] [Chorus] You don't tug on Superman's cape [C7 G] You don't spit into the wind [C7 G] You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger [C7] and you don't mess around with Jim [D7 G C7 G C7] Well outa South Alabama come a country [G] He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name is Willie McCoy But down home they call me "Slim" [G7] Yeah, I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd street [C F C F] He drivin' a drop-top Cadillac [C F C] Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny [D C] but I come to get my money back [D C] and everybody say, "Hey Jack... don't you know..." [G C G] [repeat Chorus] Well a hush feel over the pool room [G] Jimmy come a-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 [G7] Yeah, he were cut in 'bout a hundred places [C F C F] and he were shot in a couple more [C F C] And you better believe they sung a different kind of story [D C] when Big Jim hit the floor [D C] Whoa... now they say... [G C G] You don't tug on Superman's cape [C7 G] You don't spit into the wind [C7 G] You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger [C7] and you don't mess around with "Slim" [D7 G C7 G C7] [Spoken, use G-C progression] "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 two-piece custom-made pool cue." [repeat "Slim" Chorus] Enjoy, STEVE -> TIMM (1.0 Final 1) The Ideal Macintosh Mail reader