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I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue |
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Got my hand in my pocket, thinkin' 'bout you |
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I ain't hurtin' nobody, I ain't hurtin' no one |
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There's three hundred men in the state of Tennessee |
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They're waiting to die, they won't never be free |
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I ain't hurtin' nobody, I ain't hurtin' no one |
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Six million seven hundred thousand and thirty three lights on |
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You think someone could take the time to sit down |
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And listen to the words of my song |
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At the beach in Indiana, I was nine years old |
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Heard little Richard singing 'tutti frutti' from the top of a telephone pole |
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I wasn't hurtin' nobody, I wasn't hurtin' no one |
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There's roosters laying chickens and chickens layin' eggs |
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Farm machinery eating people's arms and legs |
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I ain't hurtin' nobody, I ain't hurtin' no one |
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Perfectly crafted popular hit songs never use the wrong rhyme |
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You'd think that waitress could get my order, right the first time |
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She's sitting on the back steps just shucking that corn |
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That gal's been grinning since the day she was born |
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She ain't hurtin' nobody, she ain't hurtin' no one |
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I used to live in Chicago where the cold wind blows |
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I delivered more junk mail than the junkyard would hold |
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I wasn't hurtin' nobody, I wasn't hurtin' no one |
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You can fool some of the people part of the time in a rock and roll song |
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Fifty million Elvis Presley fans can't be all wrong |
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I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue |
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Got my hand in my pocket, baby, thinkin' 'bout you |
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I ain't hurtin' nobody, I ain't hurtin' no one |
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I ain't hurtin' nobody, I ain't hurtin' no one |
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Hurtin' nobody, hurtin' no one |
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Hurtin' nobody, hurtin' no one |
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Hurtin' nobody, hurtin' no one |
