INTRO: C Csus4 C Csus4 C Csus4 C F
[C]Uptown's got its hustlers, the Bowry's got its bums
And [Csus4]forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a g[C]un
Yeah he's [F]big and dumb as a man can come
And he's stronger than a country hoss
And when the [Bb]bad folks all get together at night
You know they a[F]ll call Big Jim boss, just be[C]cause, and they say
CHORUS:
You don't [F]tug on Superman's [C]cape
You don't [F]spit into the wi[C]nd
You don't [F]pull the mask off the [Csus4]ol' Lone Ranger
And you d[Bb]on't mess a[F]round with [C]Jim, [F]do do do do da [C]dee dee [Csus4]dee
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He said "I'm lookin for a man named Jim
I'm a pool shootin boy my name is Willie McCoy
At home they just call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin for the king of forty-second street drivin a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny
But I've come to get my money back" and everybody say Jack, don't you know
CHORUS
Well a hush fell over the pool room
As Jimmy came boppin in offa the street
And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he was cut in 'bout a hundred places
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 huh, now they say
CHORUS 2:
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask of the ol' Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
CHORUS 2
You don't pull the mask off the ol Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
CHORDS:
C x32010
Csus4 x33010
F xx3211
Bb x13331
[C]Uptown's got its hustlers, the Bowry's got its bums
And [Csus4]forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a g[C]un
Yeah he's [F]big and dumb as a man can come
And he's stronger than a country hoss
And when the [Bb]bad folks all get together at night
You know they a[F]ll call Big Jim boss, just be[C]cause, and they say
CHORUS:
You don't [F]tug on Superman's [C]cape
You don't [F]spit into the wi[C]nd
You don't [F]pull the mask off the [Csus4]ol' Lone Ranger
And you d[Bb]on't mess a[F]round with [C]Jim, [F]do do do do da [C]dee dee [Csus4]dee
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
He said "I'm lookin for a man named Jim
I'm a pool shootin boy my name is Willie McCoy
At home they just call me Slim
Yeah I'm lookin for the king of forty-second street drivin a drop top Cadillac
Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny
But I've come to get my money back" and everybody say Jack, don't you know
CHORUS
Well a hush fell over the pool room
As Jimmy came boppin in offa the street
And when the cuttin' was done the only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah he was cut in 'bout a hundred places
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 huh, now they say
CHORUS 2:
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask of the ol' Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
CHORUS 2
You don't pull the mask off the ol Lone Ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
CHORDS:
C x32010
Csus4 x33010
F xx3211
Bb x13331
