AIN'T HURTIN' NOBODY
Words and music by John Prine
>From Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings, Oh Boy Records, 1995
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
FADE
Hurtin' no one