You Don’t Mess Around With Jim Album

Artist(s): Jim Croce

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You Don’t Mess Around With Jim

length: 3:03
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce

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
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he 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 off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

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
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd street
He drivin' a drop top cadillac
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

And you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

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
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
And he were shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of 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 off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with slim

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

Yeah you don't tug on superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with slim

Tomorrow’s Gonna Be a Brighter Day

length: 2:54
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Well, I'm sorry for the things that I told you
But words only go so far
And if I had my way
I would reach into heaven
And I'd pull down a star for a present
And I'd make you a chain out of diamonds
And pearls from a summer sea
But all I can give you is a kiss in the morning
And a sweet apology

Well, I know that it hasn't been easy
And I haven't always been around
To say the right words
Or to hold you in the mornin'
Or to help you when you're down
I know I never showed you much of a good time
But baby things are gonna change
I'm gonna make up for all of the hurt I brought
I'm gonna love away all your pain

And tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
There's gonna be some changes
Tomorrow's gonna be a brighter day
This time you can believe me
No more cryin' in your lonely room
And no more empty nights
'Cause tomorrow mornin' everything will turn out right

Well, there's something that I've got to tell you
Yes I've got something on my mind
But words come hard
When your lying in my arms
And when I'm looking deep into your eyes
But there's truth and consolation
And what I'm trying to say
Is that nobody ever had a rainbow baby
Until he had the rain

It's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna be a brighter day
It's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna be a brighter day
It's gonna, it's gonna, it's gonna be a brighter day
It's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gonna be a brighter day
It's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gonna be a brighter day
Come on tomorrow
Come on tomorrow
It's gonna be a brighter day

New York’s Not My Home

length: 3:08
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Well, things were spinning round me
And all my thoughts were cloudy
And I had begun to doubt all the things that were me

Been in so many places
You know I've run so many races
And looked into the empty faces of the people of the night
And something is just not right

Cause I know that I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause, New York's not my home

Though all the streets are crowded
There's something strange about it
I lived there about a year and I never once felt at home

I thought I'd make the big time
I learned a lot of lessons awful quick
And now I'm telling you
That they were not the nice kind

And it's been so long since I have felt fine

That's the reason that I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause New York's not my home

That's the reason that I gotta get out of here
I'm so alone
Don't you know that I gotta get out of here
Cause New York's not my home

Hard Time Losin’ Man

length: 2:28
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
[Chorus]
And you think you've seen trouble
Well you're lookin' at the man
Oh the world's own original hard luck story
And a hard time losin' man

Oh sometimes skies are cloudy
And sometimes skies are blue
And sometimes they say that you eat the bear
But sometimes the bear eats you
And sometimes I feel like I should go
Far far away and hide
'Cause I keep a waitin' for my ship to come in
And all that ever comes is the tide

[Chorus]

Oh I saved up all my money
I gonna buy me a flashy car
So I go downtown to see the man
And he smokin' on a big cigar
Well he must' a thought I were Rockefeller
Or an uptown man of wealth
He said "Boy I got the car that's made for you
And it's cleaner than the Board of Health"
Then I got on the highway oh I feelin' fine, I hit a bump
Then I found I bought a car held together
By wire, and a couple a' hunks of twine

[Chorus]

Oh Friday night, feelin' right
I head out on the street
Standin' in the doorway
Was a dealer known as Pete
Well he sold me a dime of some super-fine
Dynamite from Mexico
I spent all night
Just tryin' to get right
On an ounce of Oregano

[Chorus]

Photographs and Memories

length: 2:08
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you

Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine

But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then

Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldn't say good-bye
And of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived

Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to me
Somehow it just can't be true
That's all I've left of you

But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then

Walkin’ Back to Georgia

length: 2:52
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Mmm, mmm
Walkin' back to Georgia
And I hope she will take me back.
Nothin' in my pockets,
And all I own is on my back.
But she's the girl who said she loved me
On that hot dusty Macon road,
And if she's still around, I'm gonna settle down
With that hard lovin' Georgia girl,
Mmm

I'm walkin' back to Georgia;
She's the only one who knows
How it feels when you lose a dream
And how it feels when you dream alone.
She's the girl who said she loved me
On that hot dusty Macon road
And if she's still around, I'm gonna settle down
With that hard lovin' Georgia girl.
Mmm

Georgia can you hear me callin';
I'll be home in just a while.
And if I had to I'd be crawlin'
Just to share another mornin' smile.
You're the girl who said you loved me
On that hot dusty long ago,
And if you're still around, I'm gonna settle down
With you, my hard lovin' Georgia girl.
Mmm

Because I'm walkin' back to Georgia,
And I hope she will take me back.
Nothin' in my pockets
And all I own is on my back.
She's the girl who said she loved me
On that hot, dusty Macon road
And if she's still around, I'm gonna settle down
With that hard lovin' Georgia girl.
Mmm, mmm

Operator (That’s Not the Way It Feels)

length: 3:49
producer: Tommy West and Terry Cashman
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Operator, well could you help me place this call?
See, the number on the matchbook is old and faded.
She's living in L.A. with my best old ex-friend Ray,
A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated.

Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it,
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels.

Operator, well could you help me place this call?
Well, I can't read the number that you just gave me.
There's something in my eyes, you know it happens every time
I think about a love that I thought would save me.

Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it,
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels.
No, no, no, no - that's not the way it feels.

Operator, well let's forget about this call
There's no one there I really wanted to talk to.
Thank you for your time, ah, you've been so much more than kind.
And you can keep the dime.

Isn't that the way they say it goes? Well, let's forget all that
And give me the number if you can find it,
So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine and to show
I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well
I only wish my words could just convince myself
That it just wasn't real, but that's not the way it feels.
No, no, no, no - that's not the way it feels.

Time in a Bottle

length: 2:27
producer: Tommy West and Terry Cashman
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you

[Chorus]
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

[Chorus]

Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy)

length: 2:45
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' shine outta Alabam'
Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
In Oklahoma City
With a five hundred gallon tank

Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
And Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Yeah Roy so cool
That racin' fool he don't know what fear's about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin' at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of Dixie Dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear 'em screamin'
For that dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Oh rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Box #10

length: 2:27
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
He gonna make it in the city playin' guitar in the studio
Well he hadn't been there an hour, when he met a Broadway flower
You know she took him for his money and she left him in a cheap hotel
Oh well it's easy for you to see that that country boy is me
Say and how am I ever gonna break the news to the folks back home
Well I was gonna be a great success
Things sure ended up a mess
But in the process I got messed up too

Chorus:
Hello Mamma and Dad I had to call collect
'Cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well I'm sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say it's gonna rain
And if you'd only send me some money
I'll be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission
Box number ten

Well back in Southern Illinois they're still worryin' 'bout their boy
But this boy's goin' home soon's he get's the fare
Because as soon as I got my bread
I got a pipe upside my head
You know they left me in an alley
Took my money and my guitar, too

Chorus


A Long Time Ago

length: 2:22
producer: Terry Cashman and Tommy West
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Seems like such a long time ago
I was walking on a lonely road
Getting tired of dreaming alone
Like all the lonely people I have known
Seems like such a long time ago
There was no one who would share my song
I was just a boy far from home
I became a man when you came along
We spent the whole night talking
You said you'd like to see the sunrise
But in the gold of morning
T'was nothing that I had not seen in your eyes
I was so afraid to touch you
Thought you were to young to know
So I just watched you sleeping
Then you woke and said to me
The night is cold -- it frightens me
I could sleep so easy next to you
Wasn't very long ago
You said that you would like to share my road
Then you started singing my songs
Spent so many nights a-waiting
Let's not spend the moments wasting
Time for me has very far to go
I will go if you would take me
I have never had a lover
I am young but I am so alone
We spent the whole night talking...
But in the gold of morning...

Hey Tomorrow

length: 2:45
vocal: Jim Croce
composer: Jim Croce
lyricist: Jim Croce
Hey tomorrow, where are you goin'
Do you have some room for me
'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin'
I'll have a new day if she'll have me

Hey tomorrow, I can't show you nothin'
You've seen it all pass by your door
So many times I said I been changin'
Then slipped into patterns of what happened before

'Cause I've been wasted and I've over-tasted
All the things that life gave to me
And I've been trusted, abused and busted
And I've been taken by those close to me

Hey tomorrow you've gotta believe that
I'm through wastin' what's left of me
'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin'
I'll have a new day if she'll have me

Hey tomorrow, where are you goin'
Do you have some room for me
'Cause night is fallin' and the dawn is callin'
I'll have a new day if she'll have me
I'll have a new day if she'll have me