Uptowns got it hustlers
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The bowery's got its bums
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42nd street got big jim walker
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He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
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Yeah he's big and dumb as a man can come
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But he's stronger than a country hoss
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And when the bad folks all get together at night
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You know they all call big jim boss
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And they say
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You don't tug on superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
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And you don't mess around with Jim
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Well outta south alabama come a country boy
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He said I'm looking for a man named jim
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I am a pool shootin boy
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My name is Willie McCoy
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But down home they call me slim
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Yeah I'm lookin for the king of forty second street
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He drivin' a drop top cadillac
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And last week he took all my money
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And it may sound funny
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But I come to get my money back
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And everybody say
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Jack, don't you know
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You don't tug on superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
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And you don't mess around with Jim
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Well a hush fell over the pool room
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When Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
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And when the cutting was done
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The only thing that wasn't bloody
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Was the souls of the big mans feet
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Yeah he was cut in bout a hundred places
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And he was shot in a couple more
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And you better believe
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They sung a diffrent kinda story
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When big Jim hit the floor, uh huh
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Now they say
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You don't tug on superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
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And you don't mess around with Jim
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Now they say
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You don't tug on superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
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You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
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And you don't mess around with Slim
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You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
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And you don't mess around with Slim
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You Don't Mess Around With Jim
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| Josh Turner |
