Aint Hurtin Nobody

AIN'T HURTIN' NOBODY

Words and music by John Prine

>From Lost Dogs and Mixed Blessings, Oh Boy Records, 1995

Chords by Sam Booker (booker@elvice.stortek.com)

 

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

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