Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire Up there on Pilahatchee Bridge Just a crazy roughneck's daughter Jumped head-first into the water Baptized away my sins
Hitched to town with Bobby Jo and Tommy Couple of lookers, new best friends We slipped in the back of Sunday service Know them church ladies, they heard us Bum smoke money from the offering
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork" Oh, the trouble you'll get into You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do Yeah!
Oh, yeah
Sign read: BAIT, CHIPS BEER and AMMUNITION That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer Well I 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 backwoods We danced and played around 'til dark Well I had them wrestlin' for my first kiss Turned into a fight and they missed Me speeding off in Tommy's car
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork" Oh, the trouble you'll get into You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do Yeah!
Nobody hurt, nobody harmed Nobody's busines but my own
Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handwork Oh, the trouble you'll get into!" You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, got nothin' better to do
Yeah!
Oh, yeah Got nothin' better to do, babe Got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, babe Ya got nothin' better to do, no no Got nothin' better to do! Ya got nothin' better to do, no no Got nothin' better to do! You got nothin' better to do, no no!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
