Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 I'm 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 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

Instrumental

 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 walkin' down the street

Like Lucky Larue

Got my hand in my pocket, Baby

I'm thinkin' 'bout you

 I ain't hurtin' nobody

 I ain't hurtin' no one

ENDING:

 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