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You Don't Mess Around With Jim, 1972
Written by Jim Croce
In this gentle acoustic ballad, the narrator apostrophizes tomorrow, vowing to really change this time. "Hey tomorrow you've gotta believe that / I'm through wastin' what's left of me." Set against a sparse acoustic guitar, Croce's voice is tender and weathered, delivering each line with the quiet gravity of someone who's been through it. He just needs a little more time to begin again, and don't we all?
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