I`m a walkin` down the street
Like Lucky LaRue
Got my hand in my pocket
I`m thinkin` `bout you
I ain`t hurtin` nobody
I ain`t hurtin` no one
There`s three hundred men
In the State of Tennessee
They`re waiting to die
They won`t never be free
I ain`t hurtin` nobody
I ain`t hurtin` no one
Six million seven hundred thousand
And thirty-three lights on
You`d think someone could take the time
To sit down and listen to the words of my song
At the beach in Indiana
I was nine years old
Heard Little Richard singing `Tutti Frutti`
>From the top of a telphone pole
I wasn`t hurtin` nobody
I wasn`t hurtin` no one
There`s roosters laying chickens
And chickens laying eggs
Farm machinery eating people`s arms and legs
I ain`t hurtin` nobody
I ain`t hurtin` no one
Perfectly crafted popular hit songs never use the wrong rhyme
You`d think that waitress could get my order
Right the first time
She`s sitting on the back steps
Just shucking that corn
That gal`s been grinning
Since the day she was born
She ain`t hurtin` nobody
She ain`t hurtin` no one
I used to live in Chicago
Where the cold wind blows
I delivered more junk mail
Than the junkyard would hold
I wasn`t hurtin` nobody
I wasn`t hurtin` no one
You can fool some of the people part of the time
In a rock and roll song
Fifty million Elvis Presley fans
Can`t be all wrong...