E
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
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He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
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Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
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
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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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
I am a pool-shootin' boy
My name Willie McCoy
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But down home they call me Slim
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Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
He drivin' 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
And everybody say Jack don't you know
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And you don't tug on Superman's cape
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You don't spit into the wind
A7
You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger