Josh Turner - You Don'T Mess Around With Jim lyrics

Uptowns got it hustlers

The bowery's got its bums

42nd street got Big Jim Walker

He's a pool shooting son of a gun

Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come

But he's stronger than a country hoss

And when the bad folks all get together at night

You know they all call Big Jim Boss

And 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 Jim

Well, outta South Alabama come a country boy

He said I'm looking for a man named Jim

I am a pool shooting boy

My name is Willie McCoy

But down home they call me Slim

Yeah, I'm looking for the king of 42 street

He's driving a drop top cadillac

Last week he took all my money

And it may sound funny

But I come to get my money back

Everybody said

(Hey 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 of an old lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Jim

Well, a hush fell over the pool room

When Jimmy come bopping in off the street

And when the cutting was done

The only part that wasn't bloody

Was the soles of the big mans feet

Yeah, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places

And he was shot in a couple more

And you better believe

They sung a different kinda story

When Big Jim hit the floor, uh huh

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 an old lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

You don't tug on Superman's cape

You don't spit into the wind

You don't pull the mask of an old lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

You don't pull the mask of an old lone ranger

And you don't mess around with Slim

(You don't mess around with Slim)

(You don't mess around with Slim)

(You don't mess around with Slim)

(You don't mess around with Slim)