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