Uptown's got its hustlers, the Bowry's got its bums
And forty-second street's got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah he's big and dumb as a man can come
And 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, do do do do da dee dee dee
Well outta south Alabama came a country boy
