Lyrics

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

Song details

Artist: John Prine