Jim Croce - You Don't Mess Around With Jim (Live) [reMaSter]

Live performance by Jim Croce and Maury Muehleisen Remastered: audio-visually improved, converted to widescreen 16:9 You Don't Mess Around With Jim ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyrics/Music: Jim Croce Uptown got its hustlers, Bowery got its bums Forty-second Street got big Jim a-Walker He a pool-shootin' son of a gun Yeah, he big 'n' dumb as a man can come But he stronger than the 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 ol' Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim" Ba-doom dooh-dah-dah deem di-di di-di dee Well, outta South Alabama come a country boy He said: "I'm lookin' for a man named 'Jim' I am a pool-shootin' boy, my name Willie McCoy But down a-home they call me 'Slim' Yeah, 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, ooh, don't you know... That 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" Ba-doom dooh-dah-dah deem di-di di-di dee Well, a hush fell over the pool-room a-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 cut in in 'bout a hundred places And he was shot in a couple more And you better believe They sang a different kind-a story When a-big Jim hit the floor... hmm-huh... Now they're sayin': "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 Slim" Mmm... Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where's at And it's not hustlin' people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue 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 Slim Mmm, mmm... Mmm...