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 wait Listen all you rounders, you better leave my women alone Cause I'll take my special and run all you rounders home Yodeling, yeah, yodeling 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 forty-four in each hand She said, stand aside all you women and men Cause I'm looking for my man Yodeling, yeah, yodeling
