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tajeco
09-23-2009, 05:52 PM
Jim Croce - from Philadelphia - (January 10, 1943 September 20, 1973)

I didn't really listen to him until last year. Since then he's become one of my top singer/songwriters.

Some of his stuff has been played out a little since he's been dead now for 36 years.
All I knew was 'Bad Bad Leroy Brown' from ODB on 'Snakes', "Bad bad Leroy Brown, baddest man in the whole damn town."
'You Don't Mess Around Jim'. With the lyrics "you don't tug on Superman's cape, you don't spit into the wind, you don't pull the mask of the old Lone Ranger, and you don't mess around with Jim, (you don't fuck with me and my men, as said on 'Here Comes the Gravediggaz.)"

-A Long Time Ago
-Age
-Alabama Rain
-Bab Bad Leroy Brown
-Box #10
-I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song
-One Less Set of Footsteps
-New York's Not My Home
-Operator (That's Not the Way It Feels)
-Photographs and Memories
-The Hard Way Everytime
-These Dreams
-Time In A Bottle
-Which Way Are You Goin?
-You Don't Mess Around With Jim





Which Way Are You Goin

Which way are you going, which side will you be on
Will you stand and watch while, all the seeds of hate are sown
Will you stand with those who say, let his will be done
One hand on the bible
One hand on the gun
One hand on the bible
One hand on the gun

Which way are you looking, is it hard to see
Do you say what's wrong for him, is not wrong for me
You walk the streets, of righteousness but you refuse to understand
You say you love the baby
Then you crucify the man
You say you love the baby
Then you crucify the man

Everyday, things are changing, words once honored turned to lies
People wondering, can you blame them
Its to far to run, and to late to hide
Now you turn your back on, all the things that you used to preach
Now its let him live in freedom, if he lives like me
Well you light has changed, confusion rains, what have you become
All your olive branches turned to spears
When your flowers turned to guns
Your olive branches turned to spears
When your flowers turned to guns


Box #10

Well out of southern Illinois, come a down home country boy
Hes gonna make it in the city playin' guitar in the studio
Well he hadnt been there an hour, when he met a Broadway flower
You know she took him for his money and she left him in a cheap hotel

Well its easy for you to see, that that country boy is me
Im sayin' howm I gonna ever break the news to the folks back home
Well I was gonna be a great success, things sure ended up a mess
But in the process, I got messed up too

Well hello momma and dad I had to call collect
cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well Im sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say its gonna rain
And if youd only send me some money
Id be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box Number 10

Oh back in southern Illinois, they still worryin bout that boy
But this boys goin' home soon as he gets the fare
Because as soon as I got my bread, I got a pipe upside my head
You know they left me in an alley, took my money and my guitar too

Well hello momma and dad I had to call collect
cause I ain't got a cent to my name
Well Im sleepin' in the hotel doorway
And tonight they say its gonna rain
And if youd only send me some money
Id be back on my feet again
Send it in care of the Sunday Mission Box Number 10

djskillz
10-03-2009, 11:43 PM
That's funny. I was just listening to You Don't Mess Around With Jim cause it's a sample for Here Come the Gravediggaz. I'm gonna have to check alot more of this guy's work out.