Album: The Guitar Don't Lie
Uptown got it's hustlers
The Bowery got it's bums
And 42nd street got big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Ya, he's big and dumb as a man can come
But 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 on Supermans' 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 Jim' Da, do, da, do...
Well out of south Alabama come a country boy
He said, `Looking for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy, my name is Will Macoy
But down home they call me Slim
And I'm looking for the king of 42nd street
He's driving 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, `You don't on Supermans' 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 Jim' Da, do, da, do...
Well a hush fell over the pool room
When Jim he come boppin' 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
And he was cut in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe the song took on a different story
When big Jim hit the floor
You don't tug on Supermans' 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 Da, do, da, do...
You don't tug on Supermans' 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 Da, do, da, do...
Ya, big Jim got his hat
Find out where it's at
And not hustling people strange to you
Even if you got a two piece costume made pool cue