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