Nothin' Better To Do lyrics

Hung my cotton dress on rusted wire

Up there on Pelahatchie bridge

Just a crazy roughnecks 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 back of Sunday service

Know them church ladies they heard us

Bum smoke money from the offering

Mamma said "Idle hands are

Devil's handy work"

Oh the trouble you'll get into

When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Sign read bait, chips, beer and ammunition

That slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer

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 back woods

We danced and played around til' dark

I had them wrestling for my first kiss

Turned into a fight and they missed

Me speeding off in Tommy's car

Mamma said "Idle hands are

Devil's handy work"

Oh the trouble you'll get into

When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed

Nobody's business but my own

Mamma said "Idle hands are

Devil's handy work"

Oh the trouble you'll get into

When you got nothin' better to do, got nothing better to

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah