Ain't Hurtin' Nobody

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