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IC'm walkin' down the street like Lucky LaRue.
GFot my hand in my pocket, I'm thinkin' 'bout you.
I ain't Churtin' nobody,G
I ain't hurtin' no Cone.
ThCere's three hundred men in the state of Tennessee.
TFhey're waiting to die, they won't never be free.
I ain't huCrtin' nobody, G
I ain't hurtin' no oCne.
SGix million, seven-hundred thousand and thirty-three lights on. F C
YGou think someone could take the time to sit down and listen to the words of my song. F C
CAt the beach in Indiana, I was nine years old,
FHeard Little Richard singing "Tutti Frutti" from the top of a telephone pole.
I wasn't hurCtin' nobody,G
I wasn't hurtin' no oCne.
TChere's roosters laying chickens and chickens laying eggs,
FFarm machinery eating people's arms and legs.
I ain't huCrtin' nobody, G
I ain't hurtin' no oCne.
GPerfectly crafted popular hit songs never use the wrong rhyme. F C
YGou'd think that waitress could get my order right the first time. F C
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SChe's sitting on the back steps just shucking that corn.
TFhat gal's been grinning since the day she was born.
She ain't huCrtin' nobody,G
She ain't hurtin' no oCne.
CI used to live in Chicago, where the cold wind blows.
FI delivered more junk mail than the junkyard would hold.
I wasn't hurCtin' nobody,G
I wasn't hurtin' no oCne.
YGou can fool some of the people part of the time in a rock and roll song. F C
FGifty million Elvis Presley Fans can't be all wrong. F C
CI'm walkin' down the street like Lucky LaRue.
FGot my hand in my pocket, Baby, I'm thinkin' 'bout you.
I ain't hurCtin' nobody,G
I ain't hurtin' no oCne.
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I ain't huCrtin' nobody,G
I ain't hurtin' no oCne.
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HuCrtin' nobody,G
Hurtin' no oCne.
CF
HuCrtin' nobody,G
Hurtin' no oCne.
CF
HuCrtin' nobodyG,
Hurtin' no oCne.
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