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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Josh Turner
Lead Vocals
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Brent Rowan
Baritone Guitar
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Steve Nathan
Piano
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Eric Darken
Percussion
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
Melodie Crittendon
Background Vocals
Lisa Cochran
Background Vocals
Kevin "Swine" Grantt
Upright Bass
Steve Hinson
Dobro
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Croce
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Wright
Producer
Frank Rogers
Producer
Greg Droman
Mixing Engineer
Todd Gunnerson
Assistant Engineer
"Loopy Dave" Willis
Editing Engineer
Adam Hatley
Editing Engineer
Brian David Willis
Additional Engineer
Grey Banner
Editing Engineer
Hank Hiriam Williams
Mastering Engineer
Jason Lehning
Editing Engineer
Richard Barrow
Additional Engineer
Ronnie Thomas
Editing Engineer
Lyrics
Uptowns got it hustlers
The Bowery's got its bums
And 42nd street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he's big and dumb as a man can come
But he's 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 the ol' lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim
Well, outta South Alabama come a country boy
He said, "I'm looking for a man named Jim
I am a pool shootin' boy
My name is 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
And 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?
That you don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the ol' lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim"
Well, a hush fell over the pool room
When Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cutting was done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kinda story
When Big Jim hit the floor, uh-huh
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 the ol' lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
(Oh no) You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
You don't pull the mask of the ol' lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Slim
You don't mess around with Slim
You don't mess around with Slim
Don't mess around with Slim (No, no)
Don't mess around with Slim (No, no)
Don't mess around with Slim
Writer(s): Jim Croce
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