Dann Huff - Nothin' Better to Do lyrics

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 handiwork 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! 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 speedin' off in Tommy's car Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork 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 business but my own Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handiwork 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 You got nothin' better to do, babe, got nothin' better to do You got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no Got nothin' better to do, babe, you got nothin' better to do, no no!