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

Uptowns got it hustlers
The bowery's got it's 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 all alone 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 forty second street
He driving 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 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 all alone 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 thing that wasn't bloody
Was the souls 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 kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor, uh huh

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 all alone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

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 all alone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

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 all alone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim