Ain't Hurtin Nobody (Alternate Version)

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