Chords for Jerry Reed-You Don't Mess Around With Jim

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_ _ Well now, uptown's got its hustlers, _ and the fire done got its bombs.
_ _ Quarter Second Street got Big Jim on, cause he's a good shooting son of a gun.
_ [Bb] He ain't big and he's dumb, and any man can come, but he's stronger than a country horse.
And [C] when the bad folks all [Bb] get together at night, you [C] know they all call Big [Dm] Jim boss.
_ _ [F] _ And they say, you [Bb] don't tug on [D] Superman's cape, you [Bb] don't spit in [A] the wind,
you [Bb] don't pull the mask off the old old Ranger, [C] and you don't mess around [F] with Jim. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ Well [F] out of South Alabama come a country boy, he said I'm looking for a man named Jim. _
I'm a good shooting boy, my name is Willie McCoy, but down home they call me Slim. _
[Bb] I'm looking for the king of Quarter Second Street, he's got a drop top Cadillac. _ _
[C] Last week he took my money, [Bb] and it may sound funny, but [C] I come to get my money [Bb] back,
and everybody [F]
says, hey Jack, you _ _ [Bb] don't tug on [Ab] Superman's cape, you [Bb] don't spit in the [F] wind,
[Am] _ you [Bb] don't pull that mask off the old old Ranger, [C] and you don't mess around [F] with Jim. _ _
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_ _ _ [Fm] Well a hush [F] fell over that old roof, _ Jimmy come bopping in off the street.
And when the cutting was done, the only part that wasn't bloody was [F] sold to the big man feet.
He [Bb] was cutting about a hundred paces, _ and he was shot in a couple of moats.
And [C] you better believe this [Bb] song a different kind of story, [C] when big Jim hit [Bb] the floor, [Eb] and I'll [F] say, _ _
[C] _ you [Bb] don't tug on [C] Superman's cape, and you [Bb] don't spit in the [F] wind,
you [Bb] don't pull that mask off the old old Ranger, [C] and you don't [Bb] mess around [F] with Slim.
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, [F] you got it brother.
_ _ That big Jim, he done got what left of his hat. _
And put it on what left of his head, _ _ and he hit the street.
_ _ You [Bb] don't tug on [F] Superman's cape, you [Bb] don't spit in the [F] wind,
_ you [Bb] don't pull that mask off the old old Ranger, and you don't mess around [F] with Slim. _ _
_ Now you got a little sense you know. _
_ _ You see what that little skinny fella did to Jim?
_ _ _ _ He beat his _ [Eb] brains out.
_ _ I mean, mostly out of his head. _ _ _
_ Say, where's Jim going anyway? _ _
Oh, Jim loved him. _ _ _ _ _
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