You Don't Mess Around With Jim

Poison

credits


publisher: ©EMI Music Publishing
writers: James Croce
album: Track 11 in album Poison'd!
release date: 2007-6-5
popularity : 2 users have visited this page.
length: 3:07
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce

Album Information

label: Capitol Records
country(area): United States
format: CD
barcode: 094639381524
script: Latin

Cover Art

Poison Poison'd! cover art

Lyrics

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Hey!! Come on now, everyone sit down and shut up a minute.

Bowery got it's bums
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
But he stronger than a country hoss
You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because

You don't spit into the wind
And you don't mess around with Jim
From south Alabama came a country boy
I am a pool-shootin' boy
But down home folks call me Slim
He drivin' some drop top Cadillac
Now I come to get my money back.


You don't spit into the wind
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well a hush fell over the pool room
And when the cuttin' were done
Was the soles of the big man's feet
And he were shot in a couple more
They told a different kind of story
See ya Jim Boy. And they say
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger

Grabbed the best looking girl I seen,
You'd see me no more.
You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger

You don't spit into the wind
And you don't mess around with Slim

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Little Willy
  • 2 Suffragette City
  • 3 I Never Cry
  • 4 I Need to Know
  • 5 Can't You See
  • 6 What I Like About You
  • 7 Dead Flowers
  • 8 Just What I Needed
  • 9 Rock and Roll All Night
  • 10 Squeeze Box
  • 11 You Don't Mess Around With Jim
  • 12 Your Mama Don't Dance
  • 13 We're an American Band