Tom: E E Uptown got it's hustlers The bowery got it's bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker E7 He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun A7 Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss B7 A7 And when the bad folks all get together at night B7 E You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because And they say A7 E7 You don't tug on Superman's cape A7 E7 You don't spit into the wind A7 You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger B7 E And you don't mess around with Jim B7 Do da do da da di di de de de di E 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 E7 But down home they call me Slim A7 Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street He drivin' a drop top Cadillac B7 Last week he took all my money A7 And it may sound funny B7 E But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack don't you know A7 E7 And you don't tug on Superman's cape A7 E7 You don't spit into the wind A7 You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger B7 E And you don't mess around with Jim B7 Do da do da da di di de de de di E 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 E7 Was the soles of the big man's feet A7 Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more B7 And you better believe A7 They sung a different kind of story B7 E When big Jim hit the floor now they say A7 E7 You don't tug on Superman's cape A7 E7 You don't spit into the wind A7 You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger B7 E And you don't mess around with Slim B7 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 A7 E7 Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape A7 E7 You don't spit into the wind A7 You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger B7 E And you don't mess around with Slim