Standing on the corner. I didn't mean no harm. When a big policeman. Grabbed me by the arm. Now it was down in Memphis. On the corner of Beale and Main. He said "Now hey big boy. I'm gonna have to know your name". Now you can find my name. On the tail of my shirt. I'm a Tennessee hustler. And I never have to work. But I'm telling all you rounders. You best leave my women alone. I'll take my .38 Special. And I'll run you rounders home