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 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 telephone pole I wasn't hurtin' nobody I wasn't hurtin' no one
There's roosters laying chickens and chickens layin' eggs Farm machinery eating people's arms and legs I wasn't hurtin' nobody I wasn'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
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