Standing on the corner, I didn't mean no harm
Along come the police, he took me by the arm
It was down in Memphis, corner of Beale and Main
He says "big boy, you'll have to tell me your name"
I said "you'll find my name on the tail of my shirt
I'm a Tennessee hustler, I don't have to work"
Listen all you rounders, you better leave my women alone
'Cause I'll take my special and run all you rounders home
My good girl loves me, everybody knows
And she paid a hundred cash dollars just for me a suit of clothes
She come to the joint, a forty-four in each hand
She said "stand aside all you women and men
'Cause I'm looking for my man"