Verse:1                      
  G 
Uptown got it's hustlers, The bowery got it's bums, 

42nd Street got Big Jim Walker, 

He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun, 
          C 
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come, 

But he stronger than a country hoss, 
              D7                 C 
And when the bad folks all get together at night, 
               D7               C             G 
You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because. 

And they say. 

Chorus: 
           C                 G               C             G 
You don't tug on Superman's cape, You don't spit into the wind, 
           C                               
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger, 
          D7                    G   D7 
And you don't mess around with Jim. 
 
Verse:2 
       G 
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, 

But down home they call me Slim , 
           C 
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street, 

He drivin' a drop top Cadillac, 
      D7                                C 
Last week he took all my money, And it may sound funny, 
       D7                   C 
But I come to get my money back, 
                   G              D7 
And everybody say Jack don't you know. 
 
       - REPEAT Chorus - 

Verse:3 
        G 
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, 

Was the soles of the big man's feet, 
      C 
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places, 

And he were shot in a couple more, 
         D7 
And you better believe, 
              C 
They sung a different kind of story, 
          D7          C              G 
When big Jim hit the floor now they say 
 
- REPEAT Chorus Change last word to SLIM - 
 
Refrain: 
 G 
Yeah, big Jim got his hat, Find out where it's at, 
GG 
And it's not hustlin' people strange to you, 
 G 
Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue. 
 
Final Chorus: 
 G7             C                 G               C             G 
Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape, You don't spit into the wind, 
           C 
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger, 
         D7                     G 
And you don't mess around with Slim.