Представляем аккорды композиции "You Dont Mess Around" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Croce Jim . Эта интерпретация аккордов и текста песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Аппликатура аккордов песни «You Dont Mess Around» — это не просто изображения аккордов, а история, которую Croce Jim передаёт через ритм и интонации.
Croce Jim - "You Dont Mess Around"
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the authors own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: MarkHenjum@aol.com Date: Wed, 16 Aug 1995 18:04:04 -0400 Subject: You Dont Mess Around With Jim, by Jim Croce YOU DONT MESS AROUND WITH JIM Words and music by Jim Croce Uptowns got its hustlers The Bowrys got its bums Forty-second streets got Big Jim Walker Hes a pool-shootin son of a gun Well hes big and dumb as a man can come But hes 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 ...) (They say ...) CHORUS: You dont tug on Supermans cape You dont spit into the wind You dont pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger And you dont mess around with Jim (Ba-doo-da-doo-doo doo-doo-doo-doo doot) Well out of South Alabama come a country boy He said Im lookin for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin boy, my name is Willie McCoy But back home they call me Slim He said Im lookin for the king of forty-second street Hes drivin a drop-top Cadillac And last week he took all my money, and it may sound funny But I come to get my money back (And everybody say, Jack -- dont you know that...) (CHORUS) Well a hush fell over the pool room When Jimmy come boppin in off the street And when the cuttin was done, the only part that wasnt bloody Was the soles of the big mans feet He was cut in bout a hundred places And he was shot in a couple more And you better believe they sung a different kind of story When Big Jim hit the floor (And now they say) You dont tug on Supermans cape You dont spit into the wind You dont pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger And you dont mess around with Slim From: steve.johnson@his.com You Dont Mess Around With Jim (Jim Croce) c 1971 Uptown got its hustlers, [G] Bowery got its bums [G] 42nd street got Big Jim Walker; [G] he a pool-shootin son-of-a-gun [G7] Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come [C (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- F] and meaner than a country hoss [C (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- C] And when the bad folks all get together at night [D C] You know they all call Big Jim "Boss" [D C] just because-- and they say... [G (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- G] [Chorus] You dont tug on Supermans cape [C7 G] You dont spit into the wind [C7 G] You dont pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger [C7] and you dont mess around with Jim [D7 (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- C7 (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- C7] Well outa South Alabama come a country [G] He said Im lookin for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin boy, my name is Willie McCoy But down home they call me "Slim" [G7] Yeah, Im lookin for the king of 42nd street [C (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- F] He drivin a drop-top Cadillac [C (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- C] Last week he took all my money and it may sound funny [D C] but I come to get my money back [D C] and everybody say, "Hey Jack... dont you know..." [G (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- G] [repeat Chorus] Well a hush feel over the pool room [G] Jimmy come a-boppin in off the street And when the cuttin was done the only part that wasnt bloody was the soles of the big mans feet [G7] Yeah, he were cut in bout a hundred places [C (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- F] and he were shot in a couple more [C (f)|-1------------ |-1------------ |-1--2--------- |-1-----3------ |-1-----3------ |-1----------- C] And you better believe they sung a different kind of story [D C] when Big Jim hit the floor [D C] Whoa... now they say... [G (c)|---------- |---1------ |---------- |-----2---- |-------3-- |-------3-- G] You dont tug on Supermans cape [C7 G] You dont spit into the wind [C7 G] You dont pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger [C7] and you dont mess around with "Slim" [D7 (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- C7 (g) |------3--- |---------- |---------- |---------- |----2----- |------3--- C7] [Spoken, use G-C progression] "Yeah Big Jim got his hat, find out where its at and its not hustlin people strange to you Even if you do got a two-piece custom-made pool cue." [repeat "Slim" Chorus] Enjoy, STEVE -> TIMM (1.0 Final 1) The Ideal Macintosh Mail reader
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