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Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
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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
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A7
And when the bad folks all get together at night
B7
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You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because
And they say
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E7
You don't tug on Superman's cape
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E7
You don't spit into the wind
A7
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger
B7
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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
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
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But I come to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
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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
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
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When big Jim hit the floor now they say
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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
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Yeah, big Jim got his hat
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