Biografía:
James Joseph "Jim" Croce nació el 10 de enero de 1943 en South Philadelphia.
Fue cantante y compositor de folk rock. Grabó para Capitol y ABC Records entre 1960 y 1973, año en que falleció en un accidente aéreo, el día 20 de septiembre.
A principios de los '60, asiste a la universidad de Villanova, Pennsylvania. En aquel lugar se hace miembro de los Villanova Singers, además de participar como DJ de la radio de la universidad (WXVU). Allí también conoce a Ingrid Jacobson
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Otras canciones:
- A Long Time Ago
- Age
- Alabama Rain
- Bad Bad Leroy Brown
- Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
- I Got A Name
- I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song
- I've Got A Name
- Lover's Cross
- Next Time This Time
- Operator
- Photographs And Memories
- Time In A Bottle
- Walking Back To Georgia
- Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
- You Don T Mess Around With Jim
- A Good Time Man Like Me Aint Got No Business Sing The Blues
- Another Day Another Town
- Bad Boy Leroy Brown
- Ball Of Kerrymuir
- Big Wheel
- Box 10
- Car Wash Blues
- Careful Man
- Child Of Midnight
- Cotton Mouth River
- Dreamin Again
- Five Short Minutes
- Gunga Din
- Hard Way Every Time
- Hey Tomorrow
- Ill Have To Say I Love You
- Ill Have To Say I Love You In A Song
- It Doesnt Have To Be That Way
- Ive Got A Name
- Kings Song
- Lovers Cross
- Maybe Tomorrow
- Mr Bojangles
- New Yorks Not For Me
- New Yorks Not My Home
- Old Man River
- One Less Set Footsteps
- Railroads And Riverboats
- Rapid Roy The Stock Car Boy
- Recently
- Roller Derby Queen
- Speedball Tucker
- Stone Walls
- Sun Come Up
- The Hard Way Everytime
- These Dreams
- Thursday
- Tomorrows Gonna Be A Brighter Day
- Top Hat Bar And Grille
- Vespers
- Walkin Back To Georgia
- Wear Out The Turnpike
- Which Way Are You Going
- Workin At The Car Wash Blues
- You Dont Mess Around
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
This is a very simple song, most beginners should be able to play this no problem.
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Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
A
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
E
But he stronger than a country hoss
B
And when the bad folks all get together at night
A E
You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because
And they say
A E
You don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Jim
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
But down home they call me Slim
A
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
E
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
B
After he took all my money
And it may sound funny
A E
But I came to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
A E
And you don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Jim
E
Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
E
Was the soles of the big man's feet
A
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
E
And he were shot in a couple more
B
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
A E
When big Jim hit the floor now they say
A E
You don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Slim
E
(Spoken) 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
A E
Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Slim
E
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
A
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can come
E
But he stronger than a country hoss
B
And when the bad folks all get together at night
A E
You know they all call big Jim "Boss", just because
And they say
A E
You don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Jim
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
But down home they call me Slim
A
Yeah I'm lookin' for the king of 42nd Street
E
He drivin' a drop top Cadillac
B
After he took all my money
And it may sound funny
A E
But I came to get my money back
And everybody say Jack don't you know
A E
And you don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Jim
E
Well a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
E
Was the soles of the big man's feet
A
Yeah he were cut in in bout a hundred places
E
And he were shot in a couple more
B
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
A E
When big Jim hit the floor now they say
A E
You don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Slim
E
(Spoken) 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
A E
Yeah you don't tug on Superman's cape
A E
You don't spit into the wind
A
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
B E
And you don't mess around with Slim
Jim Reeves
Jim Stark
Jim Sturgess
Jim Varney
Jim White