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
b__ smoke money from the offering

Mama said, "Idle hands are Devil's handywork"
Oh, the trouble you'll get into
You got nothing better to do, got nothing better to do (2x)
Yeah!

Oh, yeach

Sign read: "BAIT, CHIPS BEER and AMUNITION"
That Slim-Jim bag boy hadn't a prayer
Well I hiked my skirt and did the talking
While them boys were busy walking
case of point 5 out the back door

Hid deep in the Mississippi backwoods
We danced and played around 'till dark
Well I had them wrestling 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 nothing better to do, got nothing better to do (2x)
Yeah!

Nobody hurt, nobody harmed
Nobody's business but my own

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 (4x)

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!

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