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Uptown got it's hustlers 
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The bowery got it's bums 
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42nd Street got Big Jim Walker 
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He's a pool-shooting son of a gun 
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Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come 
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But he stronger than a country hoss 
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And when the bad folks all get together at night 
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You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because 
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And they say 

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You don't tug on Superman's cape 
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You don't spit into the wind 
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Jim 

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Well outta south Alabama came a country boy 
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He say I'm looking for a man named Jim 
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I am a pool-shooting boy 
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My name Willie McCoy 
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But down home they call me Slim 
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Yeah I'm looking for the king of 42nd Street 
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He driving a drop top Cadillac 
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Last week he took all my money 
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And it may sound funny 
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But I come to get my money back 
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And everybody say Jack don't you know 

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You don't tug on Superman's cape 
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You don't spit into the wind 
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Jim 

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Well a hush fell over the pool room 
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Jimmy come bopping in off the street 
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And when the cutting were done 
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The only part that wasn't bloody 
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Was the soles of the big man's feet 
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Yeah he were cut in bout a hundred places 
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And he were shot in a couple more 
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And you better believe 
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They sung a different kind of story
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When big Jim hit the floor,  now they say 

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You don't tug on Superman's cape 
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You don't spit into the wind 
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Slim
 
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Yeah, big Jim got his hat 

Find out where it's at 

And it's not hustling people strange to you 

Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue 

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You don't tug on Superman's cape 
          A    A7       E
You don't spit into the wind 
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You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger 
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And you don't mess around with Slim