Ajouter "Jim Croce You Don't Mess Around with Jim on Vinyl with Lyrics in Description"

Track 1 from his third album “You Don’t Mess Around with Jim” released in 1972 copyright ABC Records. After hearing a demo tape, the Polygram Group in the Netherlands agreed to finance the recording of the album at “The Hit Factory” in New York City. The finished product was shopped around and rejected by forty record companies before ABC listened and agreed to sign Croce. The album received slightly better than average reviews and achieved Gold status the following year. After his death in September, 1973 in a small plane crash in Louisiana that was attributed to pilot error, “Time in a Bottle” was released as a single and reached No. 1, becoming his second single to top the charts. Recorded from the original vinyl. Written by Jim Croce and produced by Terry Cashman & Tommy West. RIP Gary Chester, Maury Muehleisen, Jim Croce & Tommy West. Featuring: Jim Croce – Lead vocals, rhythm & acoustic guitars & background vocals Maury Muehleisen – Lead, rhythm & acoustic guitars & background vocals Tommy West – Bass, percussion, acoustic & electric pianos, harpsichord, rhythm guitars & background vocals Joe Macho – Bass Jimmy Ryan – Bass Gary Chester – Drums The Briggs – Background vocals Terry Cashman – Background vocals Uptown got it's hustlers The bowery got it's bums Forty-second street got Big Jim Walker He a pool-shootin' son of a gun Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country horse 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 that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well, outta South Alabama come a country boy He said I'm lookin' for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin' 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 drivin' a drop-top Cadillac Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny But I come to get my money back And everybody say, "Jack, don't you know" You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Jim Well, a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come 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, whew Yeah, he was cut in 'bout a hundred places And he was shot in a couple more And you better believe, they sung a different kinda story When big Jim hit the floor, oh-oh-oh-oh Now they sing You don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim Yeah, big Jim got his hat Find out where it's at And it's not hustlin' people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off that old Lone Ranger And you don't mess around with Slim