Standing on the corner, I didn't mean no harm
Along come a police, he took me by the arm
It was down in Memphis, corner of Beeline 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 wait
Listen, all you rounders, you better leave my women alone
Cause I take my special and run all you rounders home

My good gal loves me, everybody knows
And she paid a hundred cash dollars just for me a suit of clothes
She come to the joint, a 44 in each hand
She said, stand aside, all you women and men
Cause I'm looking for my man