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