Nothin' Better To Do
Hung my cotton dress on rusted wireUp there on Pelahatchie bridgeJust a crazy roughnecks daughterJumped head first into the waterBaptized away my sins
Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and TommyCouple of lookers new best friendsWe slipped in back of Sunday serviceKnow them church ladies they heard usBum smoke money from the offering
Mamma said "Idle hands areDevil's handy work"Oh the trouble you'll get intoWhen you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better toyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sign read bait, chips, beer and ammunitionThat slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayerI hiked my skirt and did the talkin'While them boys were busy walkin'Case of .5 out the back door
Hid deep in the Mississippi back woodsWe danced and played around til' darkI had them wrestling for my first kissTurned into a fight and they missedMe speeding off in Tommy's car
Mamma said "Idle hands areDevil's handy work"Oh the trouble you'll get intoWhen you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better toyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nobody hurt, nobody harmedNobody's business but my own
Mamma said "Idle hands areDevil's handy work"Oh the trouble you'll get intoWhen you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better toyeah, yeah, yeah, yeah