You Don't Mess Around With Jim 歌词

歌曲	You Don't Mess Around With Jim
歌手	Jim Croce
专辑	Live: The Final Tour
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	作词 : Croce
	Jim Croce - You Don't Mess Around with Jim

	Uptown got it's hustlers
	The bowery got it's bums
	42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
	He's a pool-shootin' 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 say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim
	I am a pool-shootin' boy
	By name 'a Willie McCoy
	But down 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 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 were shot in a couple more
	And you better believe
	There come another 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 two-piece custom-made 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 the old Lone Ranger
	And you don't mess around with Slim

	zuo ci : Croce
	Jim Croce You Don' t Mess Around with Jim

	Uptown got it' s hustlers
	The bowery got it' s bums
	42nd 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 say I' m lookin' for a man named Jim
	I am a poolshootin' boy
	By name ' a Willie McCoy
	But down 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 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 were shot in a couple more
	And you better believe
	There come another 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 the old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Slim

	zuò cí : Croce
	Jim Croce You Don' t Mess Around with Jim

	Uptown got it' s hustlers
	The bowery got it' s bums
	42nd 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 say I' m lookin' for a man named Jim
	I am a poolshootin' boy
	By name ' a Willie McCoy
	But down 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 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 were shot in a couple more
	And you better believe
	There come another 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 the old Lone Ranger
	And you don' t mess around with Slim

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