Ty Herndon Lyrics
Ty Herndon Lyrics
"You Don't Mess Around With Jim Lyrics"
Lost Horizon Lyrics
Now I guess it's too late to speculate On things as they might have been That given the time, you'd read my mind And know there was love within I could loudly exclaim we felt the same But not in all honesty Now you'll never know
(Jim Croce)
Uptown Got Its Hustlers, the Bow'ry Got Its Bums
Forty Second Street Got Big Jim Walker
He's A Pool Shootin' Son Of A Gun
Yeah He's Big & Dumb As A Man Can Come
But 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 Old Lone Ranger <
Well Out Of South Alabama Came A Country Boy
He Said "I'm Looking For A Man Named Jim
I'm A Pool Shhotin' Boy, My Name Is Willie McCoy
But Down Home They Call Me Slim
Yeah I'm Lookin' For The King Of Forty Second Street
He's Drivin' A Drop Top Cadillac
Last Week He Took All My Money & It May Sound Funny
But I've Come To Get My Money Back"
And Everybody Say "Jack
You Don't Tug On Superman's Cape
You Don't Pull The Mask Off The Old Lone Ranger
And You Don't Mess Around With Jim"
Well A Hush Fell Over The Room
Jimmy Came Boppin' In Off The Street
And When The Cuttin Was Done The Only Part That Wasn't Bloody
Was The Soles Of The Big Man's Feet
Yeah, He Were Cut In 'Bout A Hundred Places
And He Were Shot In A Couple More
And You Better Believe They Sung A Diff'rent Kind Of Story
When Big Jim Hit The Floor. Oh Now 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 Old Lone Ranger
And You Don't Mess Around With Jim
You Don't Tug On Superman's Cape
You Don't Spit Into The Wind
You Don't Pull The Mask Off The Old Lone Ranger And You Don't Mess
Around With Slim"
Yeah, Big Jim Got His Hat, Find Out Where It's At
And Not Hustling People Strange To You
Even If You Do Got A Two-Piece Custom Made Pool Cue
Now I guess it's too late to speculate On things as they might have been That given the time, you'd read my mind And know there was love within I could loudly exclaim we felt the same But not in all honesty Now you'll never know
(Jim Croce)
Uptown Got Its Hustlers, the Bow'ry Got Its Bums
Forty Second Street Got Big Jim Walker
He's A Pool Shootin' Son Of A Gun
Yeah He's Big & Dumb As A Man Can Come
But 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 Old Lone Ranger <
A Cautionary Song Lyrics
there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping through the lights of beacon street and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her pettico
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And You Don't Mess Around With Jim there's a place your mother goes when everybody else is soundly sleeping through the lights of beacon street and if you listen you can hear her weeping, she's weeping, cause the gentlemen are calling and the snow is softly falling on her pettico
Well Out Of South Alabama Came A Country Boy
He Said "I'm Looking For A Man Named Jim
I'm A Pool Shhotin' Boy, My Name Is Willie McCoy
But Down Home They Call Me Slim
Yeah I'm Lookin' For The King Of Forty Second Street
He's Drivin' A Drop Top Cadillac
Last Week He Took All My Money & It May Sound Funny
But I've Come To Get My Money Back"
And Everybody Say "Jack
You Don't Tug On Superman's Cape
Ninety Miles An Hour (down A Dead End Street) Lyrics
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stoppin' when we could we went right on Till suddenly we found the brakes were gone [ piano ] You belong to someone else and I do too
You Don't Spit Into The Wind I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun A few stolen kisses and no harm was done Instead of stoppin' when we could we went right on Till suddenly we found the brakes were gone [ piano ] You belong to someone else and I do too
You Don't Pull The Mask Off The Old Lone Ranger
And You Don't Mess Around With Jim"
Well A Hush Fell Over The Room
Jimmy Came Boppin' In Off The Street
And When The Cuttin Was Done The Only Part That Wasn't Bloody
Was The Soles Of The Big Man's Feet
Yeah, He Were Cut In 'Bout A Hundred Places
And He Were Shot In A Couple More
And You Better Believe They Sung A Diff'rent Kind Of Story
When Big Jim Hit The Floor. Oh Now They Say
Party On! Lyrics
ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT AT HOME TRACK OF TIME COMPLETELY GONE STILL THE END IS VERY NEAR I'M GONNA GET RIGHT OUT OF HERE THINGS WON'T SEEM SO DUMB WHEN I STOP FEELING NUMB I'M MARCHING WITH ONE GOAL ALL FOR ONE AND BEER FOR
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ANOTHER LONELY NIGHT AT HOME TRACK OF TIME COMPLETELY GONE STILL THE END IS VERY NEAR I'M GONNA GET RIGHT OUT OF HERE THINGS WON'T SEEM SO DUMB WHEN I STOP FEELING NUMB I'M MARCHING WITH ONE GOAL ALL FOR ONE AND BEER FOR
You Don't Tug On Superman's Cape
You Don't Spit Into The Wind
You Don't Pull The Mask Off The Old Lone Ranger
And You Don't Mess Around With Jim
You Don't Tug On Superman's Cape
You Don't Spit Into The Wind
You Don't Pull The Mask Off The Old Lone Ranger And You Don't Mess
Around With Slim"
Yeah, Big Jim Got His Hat, Find Out Where It's At
And Not Hustling People Strange To You
Even If You Do Got A Two-Piece Custom Made Pool Cue