Standing on the corner, I didn' mean no harm
Along come a police, he took be 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, ev'rybody 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 lookin' for my man
Writer(s): Frank Loesser
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