E5 Uptown got it's hustlers The bowery got it's bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker E5 He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun A5 Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss B5 A5 And when the bad folks all get together at night B5 E5 You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because And they say A5 E5 You don't tug on Superman's cape A5 E5 You don't spit into the wind A5 You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger B5 E5 And you don't mess around with Jim B5 Do da do da da di di de de de di E5 Well outta south Alabama came a country boy He say I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin' boy My name Willie McCoy E5 But down home they call me Slim A5 Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street He drivin' a drop top Cadillac B5 Last week he took all my money A5 And it may sound funny B5 E5 But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack don't you know A5 E5 And you don't tug on Superman's cape A5 E5 You don't spit into the wind A5 You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger B5 E5 And you don't mess around with Jim B5 Do da do da da di di de de de di E5 Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin' in off the street And when the cuttin' were done The only part that wasn't bloody E5 Was the soles of the big man's feet A5 Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more B5 And you better believe A5 They sung a different kind of story B5 E5 When big Jim hit the floor now they say A5 E5 You don't tug on Superman's cape A5 E5 You don't spit into the wind A5 You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger B5 E5 And you don't mess around with Slim B5 mm mn mn mn mn mn mn mn Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where it's at And it's not hustlin' people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue A5 E5 Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape A5 E5 You don't spit into the wind A5 You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger B5 E5 And you don't mess around with Slim
