You Don't Mess Around With Jim (Long Black Train, 2003)
Uptowns got it hustlers The Bowery's got its bums And forty-second 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
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 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
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
No no 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
You don't mess around with Slim You don't mess around with Slim Don't mess around with Slim No no Don't mess around with Slim No no Don't mess around with Slim.