josh turner
you don't mess around with jim
Uptowns got it hustlers The bowery's got its bums 42nd street got big jim walker He's a pool shootin' 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 ol' lone 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 shootin boy My name is Willie McCoy But down home they call me slim Yeah I'm lookin for the king of forty second street He drivin' 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 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 of the ol' lone ranger And you don't mess around with Jim  Well a hush fell over the pool room When Jimmy come boppin' 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 kinda story When big Jim hit the floor, uh huh  Now 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 ol' lone ranger And you don't mess around with Jim  Now 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 ol' lone ranger And you don't mess around with Slim  You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger And you don't mess around with Slim