I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue   Got my hand in my pocket, 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 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      I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue   Got my hand in my pocket, baby, thinkin' 'bout you   I ain't hurtin' nobody, I ain't hurtin' no one   I ain't hurtin' nobody, I ain't hurtin' no one      Hurtin' nobody, hurtin' no one   Hurtin' nobody, hurtin' no one   Hurtin' nobody, hurtin' no one