I'm a walkin' down the street like Lucky Larue
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Got my hand in my pocket I'm thinkin' 'bout you
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I ain't hurtin' nobody
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I ain't hurtin' no one
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There's three hundred men in the state of Tennessee
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They're waiting to die, they won't never be free
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I ain't hurtin' nobody
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I ain't hurtin' no one
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Six million seven hundred thousand and thirty-three lights on
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You think someone could take the time to sit down
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And listen to the words of my song
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At the beach in Indiana I was nine years old
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Heard Little Richard singing "Tutti Frutti"
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From the top of a telephone pole
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I wasn't hurtin' nobody
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I wasn't hurtin' no one
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There's roosters laying chickens and chickens layin' eggs
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Farm machinery eating people's arms and legs
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I wasn't hurtin' nobody
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I wasn't hurtin' no one
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Perfectly crafted popular hit songs never use the wrong rhyme
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You'd think that waitress could get my order
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Right the first time
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She's sitting on the back steps just shucking that corn
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That gal's been grinning since the day she was born
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She ain't hurtin' nobody
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She ain't hurtin' no one
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I used to live in Chicago where the cold wind blows
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I delivered more junk mail than the junkyard would hold
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I wasn't hurtin' nobody
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I wasn't hurtin' no one
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You can fool some of the people part of the time
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In a rock and roll song
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Fifty million Elvis Presley fans
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Can't be all wrong
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Ain't Hurtin' Nobody
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| John Prine |
